[Verse 1: Future]

My mama said fuck it, nigga, hit the streets and live

Got some crack in the corner and I did what I did

The neighbors they don't like me, I got J's at the door

Told my grandma I don't need a bed, I'm sleeping on the floor

Got my tool and my blow, they my two main hoes

Me and all my woes stick together like the Zoes

Stop by, say "who got the yay for the low"

And I keep birds with me like I'm straight out Hollygrove

[Chorus: Future]

My fingers, they itchin, they itchin for that paper

My fingers, they itchin, they itchin for that paper

I'm riding around the city and I got that calculator

I'm a motherfucking monster when it come to getting that paper

My fingers, they itchin, they itchin for that paper

My fingers, they itchin, they itchin for that paper

I'm riding around the city and I got my calculator

I'm a motherfucking monster when it come to getting that paper

[Verse 2: Jeezy]

Million dollars cash, count it all by myself

She say "Baby let me help you", I say "Bitch don't need your help"

If it's one thing that a nigga don't do, it's trust

If there’s tops on the cars tell you bitch it wasn’t us

40 million dollar mansion

Master bedroom in the kitchen

Scarface got you in the living room now this living

I’m Michael Jordan in his prime and these niggas Scottie Pippen

Trying to out-ball MJ Scottie trippin

Think I’m bout to put a helipad on my roof

Then spit a brick and a half in the booth

Put my tax on 'em when I send 'em out of state

While they call you Weight Watchers?

Cuz we be watching all the weight

[Chorus: Future]

My fingers, they itchin, they itchin for that paper

My fingers, they itchin, they itchin for that paper

I'm riding around the city and I got that calculator

I'm a motherfucking monster when it come to getting that paper

My fingers, they itchin, they itchin for that paper

My fingers, they itchin, they itchin for that paper

I'm riding around the city and I got my calculator

I'm a motherfucking monster when it come to getting that paper

[Verse 3: Fabolous]

I get that itch, having me scratch my head

Thinkin' bout my nigga that just got snatched by the feds

Gun under the pillow, they might try to catch me in bed

I don’t cuddle with these bitches cause I hold my ratchet instead

I’m in love (you in love with)

With cashin' out at them counters

Thumbing through that money

Swim fast as them counters

Them haters don’t win jazz, but they ain’t ready for counters

Big nigga at your door house, look like he got bouncers

I ain’t lying, (I ain’t lying)

My money’s mandatory

I ain’t got no game bitch, just understand my story (nice)

Tell me time is money so if we can spend together

When they ask when I’m free, I tell them bitches never

[Chorus: Future]

My fingers, they itchin, they itchin for that paper

My fingers, they itchin, they itchin for that paper

I'm riding around the city and I got that calculator

I'm a motherfucking monster when it come to getting that paper

My fingers, they itchin, they itchin for that paper

My fingers, they itchin, they itchin for that paper

I'm riding around the city and I got my calculator

I'm a motherfucking monster when it come to getting that paper

[Verse 4: Yo Gotti]

[?] met my plug, he was down with BMF

He front me what I [?] the last plug left

I'm itchin, I'm itchin, I'm itchin for that sack

[?] where I go, street niggas asked me where it's at

But it's dry and hot like a motherfucking desert

36 O's you get

Trigger finger itchin, got it locked on my Beretta

And I don't let these rats try to take a nigga federal

My bitch in [?], she doing 650

On I-55, where she make [?]

Try to thumb through the check, finger itchin like the chicken pork

I-Phone and my digiscale, kitchen with the chicken pot

[Chorus: Future]

My fingers, they itchin, they itchin for that paper

My fingers, they itchin, they itchin for that paper

I'm riding around the city and I got that calculator

I'm a motherfucking monster when it come to getting that paper

My fingers, they itchin, they itchin for that paper

My fingers, they itchin, they itchin for that paper

I'm riding around the city and I got my calculator

I'm a motherfucking monster when it come to getting that paper