Birdman - 10 Bricks lyrics

[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]