Luxury Tax [*]

I think we got a problem Yeah! Big money in this bitch if you didn't know 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 slipping, 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 every day of my life I ball And they say it ain't raining until someone assassinate And I feel like M.L.K. Yeah, I have a dream to be your worst nightmare Now meet the boss of the cartel, Ross! I'm a seven-nine satan, sitting on Lorenzzes 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 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? Fingerfuck your whole squad Forty around spending doe, flip ya for my kinfolk 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, so shit you might never see again And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it then And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it then And we ain't trying to see the pen Like a needle in a haystack 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 getting back I'm like, ?The fuck I'm going 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 sterotyping by far Can you tell 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 talk blow, well I sold mine Like a bad crampe, it's locking up in no time More time in the kitchen than I spent in the studio Gangasta?s paradise and I ain't talking about Coolio And I can't lie, still addicted to the odor Got a ice cold Pepsi, still thinking Coke-Cola Yeah, you gotta pay for this I remember when I used to pray for this This, this is classic, so shit you might never see again And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it then And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it then And we ain't trying to see the pen Like a needle in a haystack 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 y'all half-assing, nigga my pants sagging I'm getting money and my swagging black flagging Million dollar status, fully automatic Heavy on the innie and even harder on the women If it wasn't for Reverend, I?d probably be out pimping and shit Pops, my papi, has already hear me I 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 done dollar It cost to ball dog Especially when the players on your team consider you as the ball hog You treating me like Shaq and you Kobe But I ain't saying you owe me nigga But act like you know me nigga Yeah, you gotta pay for this I remember when I used to pray for this This, this is classic, so shit you might never see again And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it then And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it then And we ain't trying to see the pen Like a needle in a haystack we ain't trying to see the pen This is a luxury tax