Rick Ross - Luxery Tax lyrics

I think we got a problem, 'Justice League', yeah 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 And 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 couldn't play basketball, I wasn't tall They say, I couldn't play baseball at all And now every day of my life I ball And they say it ain't raining until someone a**a**inated And I feel like M L K, yeah 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 flagrant Flagging down my spaceship, sergeant sniffing for a fragrance Yayo, yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, flying saucer on the hasa In the casa just to lay-low Make more money, man, that's 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** your whole squad Forty around spending doe, flipping for my kid flo' Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't know Bought a new crib, n***as feeling 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 hustling, boss Yeah, you gotta pay for this I remember when I used to pray for this, this, this is cla**ic Some sh** you might not see again And we taxin', you don't want it n***a, leave it then And we taxin', you don't want it n***a, 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 gettin' back, yeah I'm like to f**, I'm gonna get outta there And if I'm not careful, be 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 about? Can you tell me my your dog keep sniffing my car? 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 locking up in no time More time in the kitchen then I spent in the studio Case 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 cla**ic Some sh** you might not see again And we taxin', you don't want it n***a, leave it then And we taxin', you don't want it n***a, 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 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 a**, n***a, my pants sag I'm getting money and my swaging, black flagging Million dollar status, fully automatic Heavy on the Henny, even harder on the women If it wasn't for reverend I probably would pimpin' and sh** Pops, my papa, has already hear me Tied trapping, sh** sent me to prison Got mad and went to snapping 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 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***a But act like you know me Yeah, you gotta pay for this I remember when I used to pray for this, this, this is cla**ic Some sh** you might not see again And we taxin', you don't want it n***a, leave it then And we taxin', you don't want it n***a, 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