Ali Birdman & Juvenile

[Intro: Juvenile]
Rich gang
Rich gang
(D-Roc)

[Chorus: Juvenile]
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

[Verse 1: Birdman]
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