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
My attitude is fuck it, house biggest publics, Shopping is a pleasure, pinky ring a nugget! Niggas like to rise sip lean out the bucket, I'll lean
you niggers... Up in the condo And my European bitches always screaming my money ... I find it funny I count cash you don't know me nigger The only nigger 10 bricks
: (feat. DJ Khaled, T.I, Rick Ross, Fat Joe, Baby & Lil Wayne) DJ Khaled! Konvict Music We the best! We takin' over! Listen! I started in Atlanta then
city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time [Rick Ross] Triple C, Black Flag We rich, yeah [Khaled] Listen! [Rick Ross] Boss, it's what
baby mama bless the team Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that She a motherfuckin sex machine, Holla at me baby [Chorus] [Rick Ross]
the boss mayn, my Nina Ross came Place gangbangers, into a coffin This is renegades, Rick not really paid Gave Ca$h pistols, now they milli sprayed Full bricks
: [feat. Rick Ross & Ab Liva] [Pusha T:] It's like an itch you can't scratch It's like a bitch you can't shake I still want it Sleeping with the finest
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest An AK47 is my f-cking address, huh [Rick Ross] I'm not a star
: (feat. Rick Ross) [Lil Wayne] Fo' fo' bulldog, my muthafucking pet I point it at you and tell that muthafucker fetch I'm fucking her good, she got
bag money This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can tax money you dig me [Rick Ross:] Just made
a picture) click click (Check me out!) Yeah I know what I'm doin' [Verse 1 - Rick Ross] Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks Started on a
praying for the best This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest An AK47 is my f-cking address, huh [Rick Ross
balls 9 piece, straight 8 balls MJG bitch I got 8 balls [Rick Ross - Verse 3] Soft white, I got that G-mix I'm going Gold, crumbs to the bricks I'm on
my black man ride Making white man money Supplying all the fiends yeah I guess you say I'm living out the black mans dream [repeated] [Rick Ross] Punish