Luxury Tax
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| "Luxury Tax" |
| Album |
| Trilla |
| Artist |
| Rick Ross |
| Featuring |
| Lil Wayne, Young Jeezy & Trick Daddy |
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Lil Wayne
I think we got a problem
(Justice League)
Yeah
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 coupe, no top, big tennis shoes
Never slippin', not even on the side of a swimming pool
We don't get ridicule
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 you 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
Ross
Rick Ross
I'm a seven-nine Satan, sitting on Lorenzos
And I seem really patient, picture the equation:
People taking pictures and they really getting flagrant
Flagging down my spaceship, sergeant sniffin' for a fragrance
Yayo, yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, flying saucer on the hasa [?]
Hit the casa just to lay low
Make mo' money man, that's the motto for the Mob
Need a blow job? My motto: "Get a model for the job"
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, posted up
Nigga what? Finger fuck ya whole squad
Forty round extender, flipping for my kin folk
Luxury tax on them backs if you didn't know
Bought a new crib, niggas feeling like I hid (Never)
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 hustling
Boss
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 pin [pen]
(I don't ask them baby, I just tax 'em)
(Let's go)
This is a luxury tax
Young Jeezy
Yeah imagine this
No imagine that
Gave me my sack like, "Good luck getting back" (Yeah)
I'm like, "[Where] the fuck I'm gonna hide it at?"
And if I'm not careful
Be the same place they find it at
And I'm a win it if I make it cross the finish line (Line)
Putting food on the table like it's dinner time
And this is what you call stereotyping by far
Can you tell me my 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, well 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
Gangsta's Paradise and I ain't talking about Coolio
No, can't lie, still addicted to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi
Still thinking Coca-Cola
Ha ha
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 pin
This is a luxury tax
Trick Daddy
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 (Fact)
While y'all half-assin', nigga my pants sagging
I'm getting money, and my swaggin', Black Flagging
Million dollar 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
Tried trapping, shit sent me to prison
Got mad and went to snappin' so homicide came to visit
I smell gun powder
So you got one hour to come up with every damn dollar
Or your dun-dada
It cost to 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 ain't say you owe me, nigga
But act like you know me, nigga
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 pin
(I don't ask them baby, I just tax 'em)
(Let's go)
This is a luxury tax
Comments
The movie Dangerous Minds featured the Grammy Award-winning song "Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio.
