Rick Ross, Future - Itchin' lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
Future [Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rick Ross, Future - Itchin' lyrics]
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 ie, 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
They itching, they itching
They itching for that paper
My fingers, they itching
They itching for that paper
Riding 'round the city and
I got that calculator
I'm a motherfucking monster when it
Come to getting that paper