Luxury Tax (Album Version|Explicit) - Rick Ross/Lil Wayne/Young Jeezy/Trick Daddy

Lyrics by：William Roberts/Kevin Crowe/Erik Ortiz/Dwayne Carter/Jay Jenkins/Maurice Young/Michael E. Gradney, Jr./David Oliver

Composed by：William Roberts/Kevin Crowe/Erik Ortiz/Dwayne Carter/Jay Jenkins/Maurice Young/Michael E. Gradney, Jr./David Oliver

Produced by：J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League

E-class

E-class

I think we got a problem

We got a problem

Casasly

Casasly

Casasly

Yeah

Big money in this ***** 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 coupe no top big tennis shoes

Never slipped 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 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 ya' ain't raining until someone assassinate

And I feel like M-L-K

Yeah I have a dream to be your worst nightmare

And now meet the boss of the cartel

Ross

I'm a seven-nine Satan sitting on Lorenz's

And I seem really patient picture the equation

People taking pictures and they really getting fragrant

Flags down my spaceship sergeant

Sniffin' for a fragrance

Yeyo Yeyo he wanna sniff the yeyo

Flying saucer on the house

In the casa just to lay-low

Make more money man that the model for the mob

Need a blow-job my model get a model for the job

Go hard no job hustler no prob poster

Nigga what finger **** you whole squad

Forty around 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

Never

Three point two but I just did it for the kids

More guns than a pawn shop

Got my whole arm rocked

Keep the seven sexty double parked in the wrong spot

Still hustling

Boss

Yeah

You gotta pay for this

I remember when I used to pray for this

This this is classic

Some **** you might not see again

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

Yeah imagine this

No imagine that

Gave me my sack like good luck getting back yeah

I'm like how the **** 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 finish line

Putting food on the table like it's dinner time

And this is what you call stereotyping by far

Can you tell me 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

Gangsters 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

Ha ha ha

Yeah

You gotta pay for this

I remember when I used to pray for this

This this is classic

Some **** you might not see again

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

See the pen

This is a luxury tax

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

Dressed in black

Hold on every morning I get dressed in black

While your half a*s nigga my pants saggin'

I'm getting money and my swaggin' and black flaggin'

Million dollar status fully automatic

Heavy on the henny and even harder on the women

If it wasn't for rappin'

I probably would pimpin' and ****

Pops my papi has already hear me

I tried trapping **** sent me to prison

Got mad and went to savage so homicide 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 dog

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

Yeah

You gotta pay for this

I remember when I used to pray for this

This this is classic

Some **** you might not see again

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

See the pen

This is a luxury tax

Luxury tax

Luxury tax

Luxury tax

Luxury tax