Justin Trawick - Luxury Tax lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne] E-Cla**, I think we got a problem [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] 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 coupe, no top, big tennis shoes Never slippin', 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 said I couldn't play basketball, I wasn't tall They said I couldn't play baseball at all And now every day of my life, I ball And they say you ain't great until someone a**a**inate And I feel like MLK Yeah, "I Have a Dream" to be your worst nightmare Ow meet The Boss of The Cartel, Ross [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm a sinner, not Satan Sittin' on Lorenzos and I seem really patient Picture the equation, people takin' pictures and they really gettin' flagrant Flaggin' down my spaceship, sergeant sniffin' for a fragrance Yayo! Yayo! He wanna sniff the yayo Flyin' saucer on the hasa, in the casa just to lay low Make more 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 Post up, n***a what? Finger-f** your whole squad Forty round extend-o, flip it for my kinfolk Luxury tax on them packs, if you didn't know Bought a new crib, n***as feelin' like I hid 3.2, but I just did it for the kids More guns than a pawnshop Got my whole arm rocked Keep the 760, double-parked in the wrong spot Still hustlin', boss [Hook: Lil Wayne] 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 tryna see the Pen Like a needle in a haystack, we ain't tryna see the 'pin' This is a luxury tax [Verse 3: Young Jeezy] Yeah, imagine this , no, imagine that Gave me my sack like, "Good luck getting back" I'm like, "The f** I'm gon' hide it at?" And if I'm not careful, be the same place they find it at And I'm a winner, if I make it across the finish line Puttin' food on the table like it's dinner time And this is what you call stereotyping about far? Can you tell me my your dog keep sniffin' 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 cramp, it's lockin' up in no time More time in the kitchen than I spent in the studio "Gangsta's Paradise" and I ain't talkin' 'bout Coolio Can't lie, still addicted to the odour Got a ice cold Pepsi, but still thinkin' Coca-Cola [Hook: Lil Wayne] 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 tryna see the Pen Like a needle in a haystack, we ain't tryna see the 'pin' This is a luxury tax [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 y'all half-a**, n***a, my pants saggin' I'm gettin' money and my swag, black-flaggin' Million dollar status, fully automatic Heavy on the Henny, even harder on the women If it wasn't for Reverend, I'd probably be pimpin' and sh** Pops, my papi, is already in me I tried trappin', sh** 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 you're done, dollar It costs 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, n***a But act like you know me, n***a [Hook: Lil Wayne] 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 tryna see the Pen Like a needle in a haystack, we ain't tryna see the 'pin' This is a luxury tax