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