Rick Ross - 10 Bricks lyrics

Look at my wrist (x3) Equivalent to10 bricks 10 bricks to the fish (x4) Look at my wrist (x3) Equivalent to10 bricks 10 bricks to the fish (x4) Rick Ross: Look at my wrist Its 200 thou, that mean f** that n***a Come and f** me now s** me down, Blow my s**s Push that coupe, Ima drop that top And all them n***as that talk, Them b**hes neva had money Whip it with a phunk and get that extra mob money Get yah first million and the come in with a test Watch for the feds, jack boys, and IRS 4 Jesus pieces and a motherf**ing tech Clapping at all you n***as imitating Samick Mavrado Got them argentinies 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 Rose, the one and only n***a Look at my wrist (x3) Equivalent to10 bricks 10 bricks to the fish (x4) Look at my wrist (x3) Equivalent to10 bricks 10 bricks to the fish (x4) 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, Bdatt Flip a n***a notha top The watch on rocks, do this sh** hard knocks A all red new fleet, swagged out n***a, YMCMB Look at my wrist (x3) Equivalent to10 bricks 10 bricks to the fish (x4) Look at my wrist (x3) Equivalent to10 bricks 10 bricks to the fish (x4)