(feat Lil Wayne, Trick Daddy & Young Jeezy)

[Lil Wayne:]

I think we got a problem
Yeahh

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

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 slippin, 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 could'ntplay basketball I wasn't tall
They say I could'nt play baseball at all
And now everyday of my life I ball
And they say I ain't great until someone assassinate,
And I feel like MLK
Yeah I have a dream to be your worst nightmare,
And now meet the boss of the cartel

[Verse 2: Rick 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
Flaggin 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 jo
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
Nigga wanna finger fuck your whole squad
Forty round 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
32 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

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

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

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
(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, goodluck 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 finshline,
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 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,
Gangster's 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

Hahaha

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

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

[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 your half ass nigga, my pants sagging,
I'm getting money, and my swaging and black flagging
Million dollor status, fully automatic
Heavy on the henny and even harder on the women
If it wasn't for reverend,
I probably would pimpin and shit
Pops, my papi, has already hear me
Tied trapping, shit sent me to prison,
Got mad and went to snappin so homocide 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 nigga

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
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