Birdman, Juvenile - Ali lyrics

Rich gang rich gang
(D-Roc)

I got weed and the cognac riding in the Jag'
Give a fuck what nigga think about me yeah
My heart ain't got no feelings
My career ain't got no ceilings
I'm the goat like Muhammad Ali yeah
I got weed and the cognac riding in the Jag'
Give a fuck what nigga think about me
I said my heart ain't got no feelings
My career ain't got no ceilings
I'm the greatest since Muhammad Ali

One, uh i'm selling packs and kept a shop
Up off the sale racks i'm cutting deals
Kept it real in the Maybachs
I put Beezo on, he bought himself a Hellcat
Nigga be begging
Ain't no limit to a niggas ask
We open gate, it ain't no flood
We will pay it back
We get it back, little one fried
We'll pay it back
She want me buy the crib, nigga
So I did that
'Cause I already know what come with that
We got some cardinal rules
And we don't break 'em
Never loan a nigga money
Never give 'em information
Never let 'em know what I'm
Doing and where I'm stationed
And never let a bitch
Get involved with situations blatt

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)

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)

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