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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