Young Dolph - A-Plus (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Young Dolph] A-Plus Thug n***a get your cake up We're smokin' on that A-Plus Uuuuh, uuuuh ... Thick b**h with me got that A-Plus Yeah, it's Dolph [Verse 1: Young Dolph] I'm flyin' through the city in a 2 seater Runnin' red lights pourin' up syrup Thick b**h with me poppin' pain k**ers I'm smokin' loud A.K.A. that brain k**er Bought a house in the hood to sell kush there Five Franklyns for my Prada footwear My family infested with dope fiends Guess it run in my jeans cause I'm sprung on Codeine The bad b**hes show me love, the broke n***as hatin' Snitches tellin' on me got the Feds investigatin' The illest n***a in my city n***a, straight up These lil' n***as midgrade, Dolph A-Plus [Hook] First thing first when I wake up (What you do ?) I brush my teeth and roll a blunt of A-Plus Plus you sold Kush he make you wanna lay us I told lil' mama, b**h 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 n***as From the 6, it's a land full of drug dealers You say you scared of what? You better be scared of us, n***a f** a entourage -- bricks all on my bus, n***a 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 f** hoes there, don't do nothing but cook O's there Seventeen years old, and I got ho fair Police catch me, they gonna strap me to that old chair I'm paying twelve, 'bout to sweep it under the rug, n***a Looking at the mirror, looking at the plug, n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Dolph] I called my plug and spent a hundred on some A-Plus My b**h one hundred, that mean she A-Plus Gave her a stack just for her weave and her make-up She quick to tell a f** n***a, get your cake up Who the f** 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-a** pair of D squares I'm mismatching, but what the hell? I'm in Ruth's Chris with your man there [Hook]