Letras:
Rick Ross Bricks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

we the best, nigga [Chorus] [Rick Ross] The Maybach parallel, see this caramel Fly as Aramel, Killa Beez parasail The luger black, the brick white The

Sheet mix, remix still talkin' white bricks Two million records sold and I'm still talkin' white shit [Hook] [Bridge] [Verse 3 - Rick Ross] I'm the