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 what niggas ask
We open gate, it ain't no flood, we'll 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

I got weed and the cognac (blat)
Riding in the Jag' (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Give a fuck what a 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

I got weed and the cognac
Riding in the Jag'
Give a fuck what a 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

(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
When I say my life is a movie, bitch, I ain't acting
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 whoa?", 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

I got weed and the cognac (uh)
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

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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Writer(s): Bryan Williams, Daniel Lebrun, Jake Martin, Paul Davis Gachie, Terius Gray