Gucci Mane - Audemars lyrics

[Chorus] I'm gettin' money, I'm ballin' hard Heard them n***as hatin on me, cause they fallin' off Honestly b**h, 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**h be shining when the lights out Bust down, and iced out Look at my wrist, that b**h 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***a 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**hes lookin' at me like I shot somebody I'm stackin' paper, I need that dropped Ferrari Got them trying to claim a n***a 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***a you straight flea That b**h be shining thunder up I call it KD I'm ballin' in this b**h like it's my motherf**ing born day Bout to get a swiss account, so f** bout what the forms say I just did 100 shows, ain't never get a tour date MMG we winning b**h, go check what the score say [Chorus] Hundred stacks, Frank watch Mill at the crib with them tools out Money n***a, head huntin' Big timer, rap hunter Uptown soldier on the battlefield Big timer blood gettin k**a k** High roller been doing this since the 90s b**h Flippin' birds shippin' how we did this sh** Swag dawg, the money hangin' A hundred stacks, been bangin' High roller, shock collar Ferrari speed, n***as been ballin' Cherry on them flakes when we on the mound Fire on that candy blowin' out the pound Bad b**h stand 6 feet, standin' on this money bought a new fleet [Chorus] Look at my wrist, that sh** 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**hes, 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**ed 3 Cause one left, and she missed out [Chorus]