Rick Ross - Luxery Tax

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



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



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