Luxery Tax

I think we got a problem, 'Justice League', yeahBig money in this bitch if you didn't knewBig business minus the business suitEven I look in the mirror like is it youAnd I say I must be the hottest if it isn't youStay fresh from my top to my tennis shoesNew coop, no top, big tennis shoesNever slipped, not even on the side of a swimming poolWe don't get rid of Q, we get rid of foolsThey said, I couldn't play football, I was too smallThey say, I couldn't play basketball, I wasn't tallThey say, I couldn't play baseball at allAnd now every day of my life I ballAnd they say it ain't raining until someone assassinatedAnd I feel like M L K, yeahYeah, I have a dream to be your worst nightmareAnd now meet the boss of the cartelI'm a seven-nine Satan, sitting on Lorenz'sAnd I seem really patient, picture the equationPeople taking pictures and they really getting flagrantFlagging down my spaceship, sergeant sniffing for a fragranceYayo, yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, flying saucer on the hasaIn the casa just to lay-lowMake more money, man, that's the model for the mobNeed a blowjob, my model, get a model for the jobGo hard, no job, hustler, no prob, posterNigga what finger fuck your whole squadForty around spending doe, flipping for my kid floLuxury tax on them packs if you didn't knowBought a new crib, niggas feeling like I hid3.2 but I just did it for the kidsMore guns than a pawn shop, got my whole arm rockedKeep the 760 double parked in the wrong spotStill hustling, bossYeah, you gotta pay for thisI remember when I used to pray for this, this, this is classicSome shit you might not see againAnd we taxin', you don't want it nigga, leave it thenAnd we taxin', you don't want it nigga, leave it thenAnd we ain't trying to see the penLike a needle in a hay stack, we ain't trying to see the penThis is a luxury taxYeah, imagine this, no imagine thatGave me my sack like, good luck gettin' back, yeahI'm like to fuck, I'm gonna get outta thereAnd if I'm not careful, be the same place they find him thereAnd I'm a winner if I make it 'cross the finish linePutting food on the table like it's dinner timeAnd 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 liarSo what you got in your trunk? Oh, just a spare tireYou niggas talked blow while I sold mineLike a bad crape, it's locking up in no timeMore time in the kitchen then I spent in the studioCase paradise and I ain't talking about CoolioCan't lie, still addicted to the odorGot a ice cold Pepsi but still thinking Coca ColaYeah, you gotta pay for thisI remember when I used to pray for this, this, this is classicSome shit you might not see againAnd we taxin', you don't want it nigga, leave it thenAnd we taxin', you don't want it nigga, leave it thenAnd we ain't trying to see the penLike a needle in a hay stack, we ain't trying to see the penThis is a luxury taxI'm up early in the morning and I'm dressed in blackHold on, every morning I get dressed in blackWhile your half ass, nigga, my pants sagI'm getting money and my swaging, black flaggingMillion dollar status, fully automaticHeavy on the Henny, even harder on the womenIf it wasn't for reverendI probably would pimpin' and shitPops, my papa, has already hear meTied trapping, shit sent me to prisonGot mad and went to snapping so homicide came to visitI smell gun powderSo you got one hour to come up with every damn dollarOr your dun-dolla, it cost a ball doggEspecially, when the players on your teamConsider you as the ball hogYou treat me like ShaqAnd you Kobe but I didn't say you owe me niggaBut act like you know meYeah, you gotta pay for thisI remember when I used to pray for this, this, this is classicSome shit you might not see againAnd we taxin', you don't want it nigga, leave it thenAnd we taxin', you don't want it nigga, leave it thenAnd we ain't trying to see the penLike a needle in a hay stack, we ain't trying to see the penThis is a luxury tax