A1 Everything - Intellectual

[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]