[Intro: Meek Mill & DJ Drama]
See, I'm an A1 type of guy (Uh-oh)
I crush A1 hoes (True)
Rock A1 clothes (True)
Drive A1 whips (True)
And still pour A.1. Sauce on my shit
I come from the bottom (Come from the bottom)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Crushin' all these hoes, rockin' all this ice
Sellin' all these O's, nigga, I done did that twice
So I'm just ridin' 'round in my Rolls, 'bout to get on my bike
Just to touch down in my hood and I put that on my life
I'm like, yeah, nigga, I'm there, nigga, I ball hard all year, nigga
My diamonds all clear, nigga, smack my chain, you dead, nigga
I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what you thought
But all my dogs, they murk, and all my dogs go hard, fuck that
My new young chick look exactly like Rihanna
Ass like Nicki, but she yellow like Madonna
I take her to the mall, buy her all type of designers
YSL, fly Chanel, all that Dolce & Gabbana
I jump right back like 36, lean hard when I turn the whip
If I ain't have my rap deal, then I'd still be servin' bricks
I kill the pussy, I murder shit, homicide on shorty
My gold rope cost sixty racks and my rose gold cost forty, ah
[Chorus: Meek Mill & DJ Drama]
I get A1 money, I'm an A1 nigga
Got a A1 swagger, I'm gettin' A1 bitches
I just bought me a Rollie you can skate on, nigga
If they don't love it, they hate it, well, get your hate on, nigga
'Cause I got A1 everything, A1 everything
A1 everything, I get A1 everything
I got A1 credit (Credit), A1 hoes (Huh?)
I drive A1 whips and I rock A1 clothes, I'm gone (Gangsta)
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Pray to God, I wash my hand, but I be damned
2012, one hundred racks to Uncle Sam
A twenty-four-year-old millionaire
Don't read the contract 'less a mil' in there
A1 credit, park my car bowlegged
I got a bus full of bitches, I call it Jerome Bettis
I grab my dick in the picture, your ho be croppin' the image
I let you scrape off the dishes, we eatin', nigga, I finish
Then come right back, hope you insomniac
Sleep on me if you wanna take a dirt nap
Bitch, I'm talkin' ca-ca-ca-ca, then more ca-ca-ca-ca
Hit your roof until I pop your top up
Then more ca-ca-ca-ca 'til I know I gotcha
Ballin' like I'm baldin', then I see Jordan in the mirror
Nigga, that's flawless VVS and CC text me, "What you wearin'?"
Puttin' my all inside your bitch, I grip her hips, that's power steerin'
'Bout to hydroplane when I board that plane and land inside the building, gettin'
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I get A1 money, I'm an A1 nigga
Got a A1 swagger, I'm gettin' A1 bitches
I just bought me a Rollie you can skate on, nigga
If they don't love it, they hate it, well, get your hate on, nigga
'Cause I got A1 everything, A1 everything
A1 everything, I get A1 everything
I got A1 credit (Credit), A1 hoes (Huh?)
I drive A1 whips and I rock A1 clothes, I'm gone
