Luxury Tax

Lil Wayne, Trick Daddy, Young Jeezy, Rick RossBuy this song

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Lil Wayne

Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. (born September 27, 1982), better known by his stage name Lil Wayne ( /ˌlɪl ˈweɪn/), is an American rapper. In 1991, at the age of nine, Lil Wayne joined Cash Money Records as the youngest member of the label, and half of the duo, The B.G.'z, with B.G.. In 1996, Lil Wayne joined the group Hot Boys, which also included rappers Juvenile, B.G., and Young Turk. Hot Boys debuted with Get It How U Live! that year. Lil Wayne gained most of his success with the group's major selling album Guerrilla Warfare, released in 1999. Also in 1999, Lil Wayne released his Platinum debut album Tha Block Is Hot, selling over one million copies in the U.S. more »

I think we got a problem 

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 coupe, no top, big tennis shoes
 Never slipped, not 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 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 ya' ain't raining until someone assassinate,
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 

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 fragrant  Flags down my spaceship, sergeant sniffin' for a fragrance 
Yeyo, Yeyo, he wanna sniff the yeyo, flying saucer on the house 
In the casa just to lay-low
Make more (money man) that the model for the mob
Need a blow-job my model, get a model for the job
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
 Nigga what finger fuck you whole squad.
 Forty around extendo, flipping for my kin folk
 Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't know
 Bought a new crib, niggas feeling like I hid
 Three point two but I just did it for the kids
More guns than a pawn shop,
Got my whole arm rocked.
Keep the seven sexty double parked in the wrong spot

 Still hustling

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 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 fuck 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 finish line,
 Putting food on the table like it's dinner time
And this is what you call stereotyping by far?
Can you tell me me why 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 niggas 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,
 Gangsters paradise and I ain't talking about Coolio 
Can't lie, still addicted to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi,
But still thinking Coke-Cola

Ha ha ha


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 saggin',
I'm getting money, and my swaggin' and black flaggin'
 Million dollar status, fully automatic
 Heavy on the henny and even harder on the women 
If it wasn't for rappin',
I probably would pimpin' and shit
Pops, my papi, has already hear me
I tried trapping, shit sent me to prison,
Got mad and went to savage 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 dog,
 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 nigga 



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