Lyrics to 10 Bricks by Rick Ross featuring Birdman

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-ck that n-gga
Come and f-ck me now
Suck me down, Blow my sucks
Push that coupe, Ima drop that top
And all them n-ggas 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 motherf-cking tech
Clapping at all you n-ggas 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 n-gga
Its Rose, the one and only n-gga

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 n-gga notha top
The watch on rocks, do this shit hard knocks
A all red new fleet, swagged out n-gga, 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)