Rick Ross - Luxury Tax lyrics

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Rick Ross - Luxury Tax lyrics

[Lil' Wayne:] E-Cla**! I think we got a problem Yeah... [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] Big money in this b**h if you didn't knew. Big business minus the business suit. Even I look in the mirror like "Is it you?" & 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 slipped, not even on the side of a swimming pool. We don't get rid of Q 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'ntplay baseball at all. & now everyday of my life I ball. & they say it ain't rainin' until someone a**a**inate & I feel like MLK Yeah... I have a dream to be your worst nightmare Now meet the boss of the cartel. [Verse 2: Rick Ro$$] I'm a 7 9 satan, sittin' on Lorenzzes. & I seem really patient picture the equation. People takin' pictures & they really gettin' fragrant. Flaggin' down my spaceship, sergeant searchin' for a fragrance. Yayo, Yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, flyin' saucer on the hasa In the casa just to lay-low. Make more (money man) that the model for the mob, Need a bl**job my model, get a model for the job. Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster, n***a what finger f** you whole squad. 40 around spendin' doe, flippin' for my kin 'fo Luxury Tax on them packs if you didn't know Bought a new crib, n***as feelin' 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. Still hustlin'... Boss. [Chorus: Lil' Wayne] Yeah... You gotta pay for this I remember when I used to pray for this. This, this is cla**ic So this sh** you might never see again. & we Taxin' you don't want it n***a leave it then. & we Taxin' you don't want it n***a leave it then. & we ain't tryin' to see the pen Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't tryin' 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, good luck gettin' back. (Yeah...) I'm like how the f** I'm gonna get outta there? & if I'm not careful Leave em the same place they find him there. & I'm a winner if I make it cross the finish line Puttin' food on the table like it's dinnertime. & this is what you call stereotypin' about f**? Can you tell me my your dog keep sniffin' my car? Huh? Got the audacity to call me a liar. (So what you got in your trunk?) Oh, just a spare tire. You n***as talked blow While I sold mine. Like a bad crape, it's lockin' up in no time. More time in the kitchen then I spent in the studio Case paradise & I ain't talkin' about Coolio. Can't lie, still addicted to the odor Got a ice cold Pepsi But still thinkin' Coca Cola. [laughing] [Chorus: Lil' Wayne] Yeah... You gotta pay for this I remember when I used to pray for this. This, this is cla**ic So this sh** you might never see again. & we Taxin' you don't want it n***a leave it then. & we Taxin' you don't want it n***a leave it then. & we ain't tryin' to see the pen Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't tryin' to see the pen. This is a Luxury Tax. [Verse 4: Trick Daddy] I'm up early in the morning & I'm dressed in black. Hold on, every morning I get dressed in black. While your half a** lookin' at my pants saggin' I'm gettin' money & my swagin' & black flaggin'. Million dollar status, fully automatic. Heavy on the henny & even harder on the women. If it wasn't for reverend I probably would pimpin' & sh**. Pops, my papai, has already hear me. I Tried trappin' sh** sent me to prison, Got mad & went to savage so homicide came to visit. I smell gun powder So you got 1 hour to come up with every damn dollar Or your dun-dollar. It cost a ball dogg Especially when the players on your team Consider you as the ball hog. You treat me like Shaq & you Kobe but I didn't say you owe me n***a. But act like you know me n***a. [Chorus: Lil' Wayne] Yeah... You gotta pay for this I remember when I used to pray for this. This, this is cla**ic So this sh** you might never see again. & we Taxin' you don't want it n***a leave it then. & we Taxin' you don't want it n***a leave it then. & we ain't tryin' to see the pen Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't tryin' to see the pen. This is a Luxury Tax.

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