Luxury Tax - Rick Ross feat Lil Wayne, Trick Daddy, Young Jeezy

Lil Wayne verse:

I think we got a problem
Big money in this b_tch if you didn't knew
Big business, minus the business suit
Even I look in the mirror like "Is it you?"
Then I say "I must be the hottest if it isn't you!"
Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes
New coupe, no top, big tennis shoes
Never slipping even on the side of a swimming pool
We don't get ridiculed, we get rid of fools!
They say I couldn't play football, I was too small
They say I couldn't play basketball, I wasn't tall
They say I couldn't play baseball at all
And now everyday of my life I ball
And they say you ain't great until someone assassinate
And I feel like MLK
I have a dream to be your worst nightmare
Now meet the boss of the cartel

Rick Ross verse:

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
Flagging down my star ship, 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's the model for the mob
Need a blow job? My mob will get a model for the job
Go hard no job hustler no prob
Poster n_gga what? Finger f_ck ya whole squad
Forty round extend-o, flip you for my kinfolk
Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't know
Bought a new crib n_ggas feeling like I hid
Three point two but i 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
Still hustlin', Boss

Chorus (Lil Wayne):

Yeah you gotta pay for this
I remember when I used to pray for this
This, this is classic, some sh_t you might not see again
And we taxing, you don't want it n_gga leave it then
And we taxing, you don't want it n_gga leave it then
And we ain't tryna see the Pen
Like a needle in a haystack
we ain't tryna see the Pen
This is a luxury tax

Young Jeezy verse:

Yeah imagine this
No imagine that
Gave me my sack like "good luck getting back"
I'm like "...the f_ck i'm going outta there?"
And if i'm not careful be the same place they find him there
And i'm a winner if I make it across the finish line
Putting food on the table like it's dinner time
And this is what you call stereotyping by fault
Can you tell me why your dog keeps sniffing my car?
Got the audacity to call me a liar
"So what you got in your trunk?"
Ohhh just a spare tyre
You n_ggas talk blow, well i sold mine
Like a bad cramp it's locking up in now time
More time in the kitchen than i spent in the studio
Gangtas paradise and i ain't talking bout Coolio
Can't lie still addicted to the odor
Got an ice cold Pepsi still thinking Coca-Cola


Trick Daddy verse:

I'm up early in the morning and I'm dressed in black
Hold on, every morning i get dressed in black
While y'all half-assing, n_gga my pants sagging
I'm getting money and my swagging black flagging
Million dollar status, fully automatic
Heavy on the innie even harder on the women
If it wasn't for rapping i'd probably be a pimp and sh_t
Pops, my papi has already hear me
I tried trapping, sh_t sent me to prison
Got mad and went to snapping so homicide came to visit
I smell gun powder so you got one hour
To come up with every dam dollar, or ya done-dada
It cost to ball dog
Especially when the players on your team
Consider you as the ball hog
You treating me like Shaq, and you Kobe
But I ain't saying you owe me n_gga but
Act like you know me n_gga


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