Rick Ross - 10 Bricks Feat. Birdman

Lyrics to 10 Bricks Feat. Birdman by Rick Ross

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 fuck that nigga Come and fuck me now Suck me down, Blow my sucks Push that coupe, Ima drop that top And all them niggas that talk, Them bitches 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 motherfucking tech Clapping at all you niggas imitating Samick Mavrado Got them argentinies 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 Rose, the one and only nigga 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 shit in day time, Bdatt Flip a nigga notha top The watch on rocks, do this shit hard knocks A all red new fleet, swagged out nigga, 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)