Luxury Tax (feat. Lil Wayne, Young Jeezy & Trick Daddy)

E-class

I think we got a problem

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 slipping, 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 you 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

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 in the house in the casa just to lay low

Make more, money man, that's the motto for the mob

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

Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob'

Poster, **** what finger fuck 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, **** 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 seven sixty 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 shit you might not see again

And we taxing, you don't want it, ****, leave it then

And we taxing, you don't want it, ****, leave it then

And we ain't tryna see the pen

Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't trying to see the pen

I don't ask them, baby, I just tax 'em

This is a luxury tax, let's go

Yeah, imagine this

No, imagine that

Gave me my sack like, good luck getting back

I'm like, how the fuck 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 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 **** talk blow

While I sold mine

Like a bad cramp, it's locking up in no time

More time in the kitchen than I spent on 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 Coca-Cola

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 taxing, you don't want it, ****, leave it then

And we taxing, you don't want it, ****, leave it then

And we ain't tryna see the pen

Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't trying to see the pen

This is a luxury tax

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

Hold on, every morning I get dressed in black

While your half ass, ****, my pants sag

I'm gettin' 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 be pimpin' and shit

Pops, my Papi, he's already in me

I tried trappin', shit sent me to prison

Got mad an 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, dawg

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, ****, but act like you know me, ****

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 taxing, you don't want it, ****, leave it then

And we taxing, you don't want it, ****, leave it then

And we ain't tryna see the pen

Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't trying to see the pen

This is a luxury tax