Rick Ross, Birdman - 10 Bricks lyrics

Look at my wrist look at, look at
My wrist equivalent to 10 bricks
10 bricks to the fish

Look at my wrist, it's 200 thou
That mean fuck that nigga
Come and fuck me now
Suck me down, blow my socks
Push that coupe, Ima drop that top
And all them niggas that talk
Them bitches 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 motherfucking tec
Clapping at all you niggas
Imitating Sammy Gravano
Got them argentines and kilos up in the condo
And my European bitch always screaming Armani
10 bricks on the wrist, I find it funny
I'm counting cash, you don't know me nigga
Its Rozay, the one and only nigga

Look at my wrist look at, look at
My wrist equivalent to 10 bricks
10 bricks to the fish

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 shit in day time
Flip a nigga another top
The watch on rocks, do this shit hard knocks
A all red new fleet, swagged out nigga, YMCMB

Look at my wrist look at, look at
My wrist equivalent to 10 bricks
10 bricks to the fish