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[Intro: Juvenile]
Rich gang
Rich gang
(D-Roc)
[Chorus: Juvenile]
EmI got weed and the cognac
Riding in the Jag'
GGive a fuck what nigga think about me yeah
BmMy heart ain't got no feelings
My career ain't got no ceilings
AI'm the goat like Muhammad Ali yeah
EmI got weed and the cognac
Riding in the Jag'
GGive a fuck what nigga think about me yeah
BmMy heart ain't got no feelings
My career ain't got no ceilings
AI'm the goat like Muhammad Ali yeah
[Verse 1: Birdman]
EmOne, uh
I'm selling packs and kept a shop up off the sale racks
GI'm cutting deals, kept it real in the Maybachs
BmI put Beezo on, he bought himself a Hellcat
ANigga be begging, ain't no limit to a niggas ask
EmWe open gate, it ain't no flood, we will pay it back
GWe get it back, little one fried, we'll pay it back
BmShe want me buy the crib, nigga, so I did that
A'Cause I already know what come with that
EmWe got some cardinal rules, and we don't break 'em
GNever loan a nigga money, never give 'em information
BmNever let 'em know what I'm doing and where I'm stationed
AAnd never let a bitch get involved with situations
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[Chorus: Juvenile]
I got weed and the cognac
Riding in the Jag' (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Give a fuck what nigga think about me yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
My heart ain't got no feelings
My career ain't got no ceilings
I'm the goat like Muhammad Ali yeah (Ha, ha, ha)
I got weed and the cognac
Riding in the Jag'
Give a fuck what nigga think about me ('Bout me)
I said my heart ain't got no feelings
My career ain't got no ceilings (Yeah)
I'm the greatest since Muhammad Ali (Pour it up then)
[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Pour it up then
Pour me some more liquor in my glass
I got too much money to give a nigga my last (Never)
This is why I laugh
I love it when they fuss over how much money I have
And they was in the streets like I was, none of them lasted
I smoke and drink, but I'm a always be on that mask shit
The way I ball with my homies they think I'm Patrick (Yeah)
When I say my life is a movie, bitch I ain't acting (Yeah)
They know I'm straight from New Orleans, it's in my accent
That's where I Am with it
They say, "What's up with you Big Woo?," I say, "What's happenin' with it"
I got that hustle in my blood, that shit was transmitted
And ain't no business going on without my hands in it (Break bread, break bread)
[Chorus: Juvenile]
I got weed and the cognac
Riding in the Jag' (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Give a fuck what nigga think about me yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
My heart ain't got no feelings
My career ain't got no ceilings
I'm the goat like Muhammad Ali yeah (Ha, ha, ha)
I got weed and the cognac
Riding in the Jag'
Give a fuck what nigga think about me ('Bout me)
I said my heart ain't got no feelings
My career ain't got no ceilings
I'm the greatest since Muhammad Ali
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