A-Plus (Remix)

[Intro: Young Dolph]

Yeah

From my smoke sack to my bitch

To my whips, nigga

Everything one thou-wow, nigga

A-plus, you smell me?

Paper Route Empire, bitch

A-Plus

Fuck nigga, get your cake up

We smokin' on that A-Plus

Uh-huh

Thick bitch with me got that A-Plus

Yeah, it's Dolph

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]

I'm flyin' through the city in a two-seater

Runnin' red lights, pourin' up syrup

Thick bitch with me poppin' pain killers

I'm smokin' loud, AKA, that brain killer

Bought a house in the hood to sell Kush there

Five Franklins for my Prada footwear

My family infested with dope fiends

Guess it run in my jeans 'cause I'm sprung on Codeine

The bad bitches show me love, the broke niggas hatin'

Snitches tellin' on me, got the Feds investigatin'

The illest nigga in my city, nigga, straight up

These lil' niggas mid-grade, Dolph A-Plus

[Chorus: Young Dolph]

First thing first when I wake up (What you do?)

I brush my teeth and roll a blunt of A-Plus

Pussy so kushy, make you wanna lay up

I told lil' mama, "Bitch, you got that A-Plus" (A-Plus)

A-Plus (A-Plus), A-Plus

She off the chain with it, I gave her a A-Plus (A-Plus)

A-Plus (A-Plus), A-Plus

I pull up with the calculator, I'm servin' A-Plus

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Since a pup, I been running with them thug niggas

From the 6, it's a land full of drug dealers

You say you scared of what? You better be scared of us, nigga

Fuck a entourage, bricks all on my bus, nigga

I bought a mansion in the hills to hide dope there

I love Sun Valley, but there really ain't no hope there

I bought a condo and I do not have no clothes there

We don't fuck ho's there, don't do nothing but cook O's there

Seventeen years old, and I got ho fair

Police catch me, they gon' strap me to that old chair

I'm payin' twelve, 'bout to sweep it under the rug, nigga

Looking at the mirror, looking at the plug, nigga

[Chorus: Young Dolph]

First thing first when I wake up (What you do?)

I brush my teeth and roll a blunt of A-Plus

Pussy so kushy, make you wanna lay up

I told lil' mama, "Bitch, you got that A-Plus" (A-Plus)

A-Plus (A-Plus), A-Plus

She off the chain with it, I gave her a A-Plus (A-Plus)

A-Plus (A-Plus), A-Plus

I pull up with the calculator, I'm servin' A-Plus

[Verse 3: Young Dolph]

I called my plug and spent a hundred on some A-Plus

My bitch one hundred, that mean she A-Plus

Gave her a stack just for her weave and her make-up

She quick to tell a fuck nigga, "Get your cake up"

Who the fuck you think she got it from? She Dolph girl

I'm counting money while she loading up the Mossberg

Seventy racks on my old-school, got a Challenger on my left wrist

Everything I got came from me pumping A-Plus in South Memphis

Y'all know how I get down

In the trap going pound for pound

I got a little toy that hold a hundred rounds

Dolce belt, Gucci shirt, and a stupid-ass pair of D squares

I'm mismatching, but what the hell?

I'm in Ruth's Chris with your main girl

[Chorus: Young Dolph]

First thing first when I wake up (What you do?)

I brush my teeth and roll a blunt of A-Plus

Pussy so kushy, make you wanna lay up

I told lil' mama, "Bitch, you got that A-Plus" (A-Plus)

A-Plus (A-Plus), A-Plus

She off the chain with it, I gave her a A-Plus (A-Plus)

A-Plus (A-Plus), A-Plus

I pull up with the calculator, I'm servin' A-Plus