Slim Thug - Itchin lyrics

rate me

Thug, you already know what time it is, bitch!

.. Thursday! do this shit!

My fingers, they get you, they're itching for the paper

Ain't time to chill with you, broke niggas see you later

You're busy chasing pussy, I'm too busy chasing paper

I'm riding around this city and I got my calculator.

Serve them things like a waiter

The whip is my tip, big O5 on my hip

For you nigga that thing got slip

Shit bricks out of town,

..tell them these are... I say fuck 'em

Free my mother fucking brothers.

I'm born to raise hustlers, Cush smoking like a muffler

In the club bitch is smug cause the bitch I'm with tougher

Got niggas mad at me cause their main chick choosing

They're tricking, I'm just sticking every bad bitch in Huston

I'm winning while you losing, pimping my profession

You niggas read my book, how to survive no recession

You niggas is some... I've been getting money

..ten years ago and I'm still stunning!

Chorus:

The itching, the itching, the itching for the paper

The itching, the itching, the itching for the paper

My fingers, they're itching, they're itching for the paper

Around and round the city, and I got my calculator

I'm a mother fucking master when it come to getting paper

Let them pick your battles wisely

Try me, you will need a shit bag and a IV

Little fast and drive free

Gun caught beside me

Why would I sleep? And I never ride deep

Cause really is just me and my hit

Palms itch in the kitchen with that broad dish

They're talking gun until they come around and get their jaws fixed

We're all breath the freshness, cause these niggas be so garbage

I'mma play the game to win, you might as well just forfeit

My home is like a fortress, send you to that darkness, under carpet

And it's back to sipping... Cush sparking

Tuck that cash in, believe me, I can't afford it

While I glide around this jungle, for my gorillas go retarded

My bitch bag it up and I go rubbing, feeling dump

So now we all agree the... about that hustle

I'm trying to get a mill, hard ass, no breaks

And my feet is off the ground cause I..

Chorus:

The itching, the itching, the itching for the paper

The itching, the itching, the itching for the paper

My fingers, they're itching, they're itching for the paper

Around and round the city, and I got my calculator

I'm a mother fucking master when it come to getting paper

Half of these niggers know how I do it

No homie, you don't learn

Told them shut it cause it's my time, so fall back and it's just my turn

..bitch, we're flipping for that paper

independent but we made it, bitches loving niggas haters

it's the only way that you can play us when you play and I was shit

why we're playing with this rapping, I'll be playing with your bitch

you think you are my level, oh please, you must not know me

my nigger... got that Maserati

I wanna caught that ass up, nigga G body

Throw them pipes upon that bitch

You hear me coming through your hood

I'm sitting back behind!

Didn't you know I'm smoking good?

That's understood! It's.. mother fucker

..catch your baby momma with us

Guess we're really mother fuckers!

That you ever find some other who can do it like 'em hoes

..so prepare to take that loss, nigger!

Chorus:

The itching, the itching, the itching for the paper

The itching, the itching, the itching for the paper

My fingers, they're itching, they're itching for the paper

Around and round the city, and I got my calculator

I'm a mother fucking master when it come to getting paper