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