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

[Chorus: Juvenile]
I got weed and the cognac
Riding in the Jag'
Give a fuck what n***a 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 n***a 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
N***a be begging, ain't no limit to a n***as 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, n***a, 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 n***a 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
[Chorus: Juvenile]
I got weed and the cognac
Riding in the Jag' (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Give a fuck what n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a 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