Luxery Tax Lyrics - Rick Ross

I think we got a problem, 'Justice League', 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 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 

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And they say it ain't raining until someone assassinated 

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 blowjob, my model, get a model for the job 

Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster 

Nigga what finger fuck your whole squad 

Forty around spending doe, flipping for my kid flo' 

Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't know 

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Bought a new crib, niggas 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 classic 

Some shit you might not 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 gettin' back, yeah 

I'm like to fuck, 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 niggas 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 classic 

Some shit you might not 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 

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, nigga, 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 shit 

Pops, my papa, has already hear me 

Tied trapping, shit 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 nigga 

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 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