Rick Ross Luxury Tax (featuring Lil' Wayne, Young Jeezy & Trick Daddy) Lyrics

[Lil Wayne:]
I think we got a problem
Yeahh...

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Big money in this b____ 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 isnt 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 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 a__assinate,
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

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm a seven-nine satan, sitting on Lorenzzes.
And I seem really patient, picture the equation.
People taking pictures and they really getting fragrant.
Flaggin down my s___eship, sergeant sniffin for a fragrance.
Yayo, Yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, flying saucer on the hasa
In the casa just to lay-low.
Make mo' (money man) that's the motto for the mob,
Need a b_______ my motto, get a model for the job.
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
n____ would finger f___ your whole squad.
Forty around spending doe, flipping for my kin folk
Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't know
Bought a new crib, n____s feeling like I hid.
3.2 but I just did it for the kids.
More guns than a p___ shop,
Got my whole arm rocked.
Keep the 760 double parked in the wrong spot.

Still huustling...
BOSSS

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Yeah... You gotta pay for this,
I remember when I used to pray for this.
This, this is classic,
So this s___ you might never see again.
And we taxin, you don't want it n____ leave it then,
And we taxin, you don't want it n____ 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.

[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 getting back.
(Yeah...)
I'm like how the f___ 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 finsh line,
Putting food on the table like it's dinner time.
And this is what you call sterotyping about?
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 n____s 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,
Gangsta's paradise and I ain't talking about Coolio.
Can't lie, still addicted to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi,
But still thinking c__e-Cola.

Hahaha...

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

[Verse 4: Trick Daddy]
I'm up early in the morning, and I'm dressed in black.
Hold on, every morning I get dressed in black.
While yall half a__in' n____ my pants sagging,
I'm getting money, and my swaging and black flagging.
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 s___.
Pops, my papai, so it's already in me.
I Tied trapping, s___ sent me to prison,
Got mad and went to snappin' so h___cide came to visit.
I smell gun powder,
So you got one hour to come up with every d___ dollar,
Or your dun-dotta.
It cost a ball dogg,
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 n____.
But act like you know me n____.

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]