"Itchin'" lyrics

[Rick Ross:]
We get real money my nigga
Ricky Rozay
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
Def Jam Records, salute
Warner Brothers, salute
Power circle
Should be blessed to be in our presence

I whip my heron with milk
All my boxers be silk
You pussy niggas should chill
We keep the city on tilt
I put on for my wolves down for my area code
We hit a lick, you go to prison -- gotta bury your dope
Respected highly, my nigga
Joey I.e., my nigga
So high with my niggas
Selassie ahi, my nigga
I recite only lethal, yet I'm labelled a poet
I get high in the cathedral and I feel so important
How I'm popping them bands, you man just won't stop
I fucked her in France, came out on top
If she wanted a bite, if she named the spot
But me being the boss, I took her straight to Wingstop

[Future:]
They itching, they itching, they itching for that paper
My fingers, they itching, they itching for that paper
I'm riding 'round the city and I got that calculator
I'm a motherfucking monster when it come to getting that paper