Audemars lyrics

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I'm gettin' money, I'm ballin' hard
Heard them n*ggas hatin on me, cause they fallin' off
Honestly b*tch, I'm ballin' hard
Yeah It's my time, and I'mma shine just like my Audemars, my audemars
Bust down, and iced out
Just hit the switch, that b*tch be shining when the lights out
Bust down, and iced out
Look at my wrist, that b*tch be shining like a lighthouse
I spit a verse, that's like a point
I do it short, that's like a joint
That's like a bird, oh n*gga you ain't heard
I'm in the mixin like a saute when it's gettin stirred
Pull up in the Maserati, got them b*tches lookin' at me like I shot somebody
I'm stackin' paper, I need that dropped Ferrari
Got them trying to claim a n*gga and we not on Maury
My AP, cool as an A/C
Look in the magazine, the same exact as Jay-Z (Same one)
I'm gettin' money, n*gga you straight flea
That b*tch be shining thunder up I call it KD
I'm ballin' in this b*tch like it's my motherf*cking born day
Bout to get a swiss account, so f*ck bout what the forms say
I just did 100 shows, ain't never get a tour date
MMG we winning b*tch, go check what the score say

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Hundred stacks, Frank watch
Mill at the crib with them tools out
Money n*gga, head huntin'
Big timer, rap hunter
Uptown soldier on the battlefield
Big timer blood gettin killa kill
High roller been doing this since the 90s b*tch
Flippin' birds shippin' how we did this sh*t
Swag dawg, the money hangin'
A hundred stacks, been bangin'
High roller, shock collar
Ferrari speed, n*ggas been ballin'
Cherry on them flakes when we on the mound
Fire on that candy blowin' out the pound
Bad b*tch stand 6 feet, standin' on this money bought a new fleet
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Look at my wrist, that sh*t 200 hundred thou'
Cut the lights down, look at me now
Back then they didn't want me, now I'm hot and they all on me
Pull a bunch of these white b*tches, I'm chillin hard at the Pink Pony
Gucci Mane and Meek Mills, I'm ballin hard, I'm too trill
New ride with new money, so I had to put it on new rims
Hawks game, I'm court side
Red bottles on the wet floor, give them up to the athletes
Smellin' like a pound of dro, Versace shades I'm yoked out
Rolls Royce it smoked out, parked in front your whole house
I blew the horn, she jumped out
Maybach on cascade, the one on down my west side
4 girls, only f*cked 3
Cause one left, and she missed out

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