[Hook]
Look at my wrist
Look at, look at
My wrist
Equivalent to 10 bricks
10 bricks to the fish
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Look at my wrist, it's 200 thou
That mean f** that n***a, come and f** me now
s** me down, blow my socks
Push that coupe, Ima drop that top
And all them n***as that talk, them b**hes never had money
Whip it with a fork and get that extra mall money
Get you first million and the come in with a test
Watch for the feds, jack boys, and IRS
4 Jesus pieces and a motherf**ing tec
Clapping at all you n***as imitating Sammy Gravano
Got them argentines and kilos up in the condo
And my European b**h always screaming Armani
10 bricks on the wrist, I find it funny
I'm counting cash, you don't know me n***a
Its Rozay, the one and only n***a
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Birdman]
See I'm richer than the richest
Filthy by my riches
Dope boy fresh, made man getting tickets
Holiday sunshine how we get it
Flipping in the Bentley every time we come and spin it
So she love the way I shine homie
Put on her mind, do it big time homie
Priceless, you know the game with no line homie
Tote it all the time, see my son did time on it
So 100 mill what we eat
The feast of the streets, Cash money young beast
Full grind, Cash Money all the time
Fire flame spitter do this sh** in day time
Flip a n***a another top
The watch on rocks, do this sh** hard knocks
A all red new fleet, swagged out n***a, YMCMB
[Hook]