Ali-Birdman Juvenile Lyrics

“Ali Birdman”

[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

[Chorus: Juvenile]

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)

[Verse 2: Juvenile]

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)

[Chorus: Juvenile]

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

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