Текст песни Itchin - Rick Ross
We
get
real
money
my
nigga
Rickie
Rosay
The
untouchable
empire
MMG
I'm
excited
right
now
Living
life
right
now
Black
bar
mitzvah,
shit
is
a
party
right
now
It's
too
easy
right
now
Shout
out
to
the
conglomerate
nigga
October
30th
Dreams
and
nightmares,
that's
what's
all
about
Meek
Millie
Over
a
dozen
whips
Young
niggas
get
paper
man
Few
of
my
niggas
multimillionaires
already,
no
albums
out
We
run
this
shit
literally
Death
Jam
records,
salute
Warner
brothers,
salute
Power
circle
Should
be
blessed
to
be
in
our
presence
I
whip
my
hair
round
with
milk
All
my
boxers
be
silk
You
pussy
niggas
should
chill,
we
keep
the
city
on
tilt
I
put
on
for
my
walls,
down
for
my
area
code
We
here
to
let
you
go
to
prison,
gotta
bury
your
dough
Respect
that
holly
my
nigga,
yo
we
out
here
my
niggas
You're
so
high
with
my
niggas
Salasy
out
here
my
nigga
I
recite
only
lethal,
yeah
them
label
to
pour
it
I
get
high
in
the
cathedral,
and
I
feel
so
important
How
I'm
popping
them
bands,
your
man
just
won't
stop
I
fucked
them
friends,
came
out
on
top
Then
she
wanted
a
bite
and
she
named
the
spot
But
me
being
the
boss,
I
take
her
straight
to
wingstop
My
fingers,
they
itchin',
they
itchin'
for
that
paper
My
fingers,
they
itchin',
they
itchin'
for
that
paper
I
ride
around
the
city
and
I
got
that
calculator
I'm
a
motherfucking
monster
when
it
come
to
getting
that
paper,
hey!
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