Rick Ross - Luxury Tax Lyrics

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(feat. Lil Wayne Trick Daddy & Young Jeezy)

[Lil Wayne:]

I think we got a problem

Yeahh...

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew.

Big business minus the business suit.

Even I look in the mirror like is it you

And I say I must be the hottest if it isn't you.

Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes.

New coop no top big tennis shoes.

Never slippin not even on the side of a swimming pool.

We don't get ridiculed

We get rid of fools.

They said I couldn't play football I was too small.

They say I could'ntplay basketball I wasn't tall.

They say I could'nt play baseball at all.

And now everyday of my life I ball.

And they say I ain't great until someone assassinate

And I feel like MLK

Yeah... I have a dream to be your worst nightmare

And now meet the boss of the cartel.

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

I'm a seven-nine satan sitting on Lorenzzes.

And I seem really patient picture the equation.

People taking pictures and they really getting flagrant.

Flaggin down my spaceship sergeant sniffing for a fragrance.

Yayo Yayo he wanna sniff the yayo flying saucer on the hasa

In the casa just to lay-low.

Make more (money man) that the model for the mob

Need a blowjob my model get a model for the job.

Go hard no job hustler no prob poster

Nigga wanna finger fuck your whole squad.

Forty round extendo flipping for my kin folk

Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't know

Bought a new crib niggas feeling like I hid.

3.2 but I just did it for the kids.

More guns than a pawn shop

Got my whole arm rocked.

Keep the 760 double parked in the wrong spot.

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Still hustling...

BOSS

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Yeah... You gotta pay for this

I remember when I used to pray for this.

This this is classic

Some shit you might not see again.

And we taxin you don't want it nigga leave it then

And we taxin you don't want it nigga leave it then.

And we ain't trying to see the pen

Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't trying to see the pen.

This is a luxury tax.

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]

(I don't ask them baby I just tax em baby)

(Let's go)

Yeah imagine this

No imagine that.

Gave me my sack like goodluck getting back.

(Yeah...)

I'm like how the fuck I'm gonna get outta there.

And if I'm not careful

Leave em the same place they find him there.

And I'm a winner if I make it cross the finshline

Putting food on the table like it's dinner time.

And this is what you call sterotyping by far

Can you tell me why your dog keep sniffing my car

Huh? Got the audacity to call me a liar.

So what you got in your trunk?

Oh just a spare tire.

You niggas talked blow

While I sold mine.

Like a bad cramp it's locking up in no time.

More time in the kitchen then I spent in the studio

Gangster's paradise and I ain't talking about Coolio.

Can't lie still addicted to the odor

Got a ice cold Pepsi

But still thinking Coke-Cola.

Hahaha...

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Yeah... You gotta pay for this

I remember when I used to pray for this.

This this is classic

Some shit you might not see again.

And we taxin you don't want it nigga leave it then

And we taxin you don't want it nigga leave it then.

And we ain't trying to see the pen

Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't trying to see the pen.

This is a luxury tax.

[Verse 4: Trick Daddy]

I'm up early in the morning and I'm dressed in black.

Hold on every morning I get dressed in black.

While your half ass nigga my pants sagging

I'm getting money and my swaging and black flagging.

Million dollor status fully automatic.

Heavy on the henny and even harder on the women.

If it wasn't for reverend

I probably would pimpin and shit.

Pops my papi has already hear me.

Tied trapping shit sent me to prison

Got mad and went to snappin so homocide came to visit.

I smell gun powder

So you got one hour to come up with every damn dollar

Or your dun-dolla.

It cost a ball dogg

Especially when the players on your team

Consider you as the ball hog.

You treat me like Shaq

And you Kobe but I didn't say you owe me nigga.

But act like you know me nigga.

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Yeah... You gotta pay for this

I remember when I used to pray for this.

This this is classic

Some shit you might not see again.

And we taxin you don't want it nigga leave it then

And we taxin you don't want it nigga leave it then.

And we ain't trying to see the pen

Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't trying to see the pen.

This is a luxury tax.

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