Lyrics:

(feat. Lil' Wayne Trick Daddy Young Jeezy)

[Lil' Wayne:]
E-Class!
I think we got a problem
Yeah...

[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?'
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 slipped, not even on the side of a swimming pool.
We don't get rid of Q
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'ntplay baseball at all.
now everyday of my life I ball.
they say it ain't rainin' until someone assassinate
I feel like MLK
Yeah... I have a dream to be your worst nightmare
Now meet the boss of the cartel.

[Verse 2: Rick Ro$$]
I'm a 7 9 satan, sittin' on Lorenzzes.
I seem really patient picture the equation.
People takin' pictures they really gettin' fragrant.
Flaggin' down my spaceship, sergeant searchin' for a fragrance.
Yayo, Yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, flyin' 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 finger fuck you whole squad.
40 around spendin' doe, flippin' for my kin 'fo
Luxury Tax on them packs if you didn't know
Bought a new crib, niggas feelin' 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 hustlin'...
Boss.

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]
Yeah... You gotta pay for this
I remember when I used to pray for this.
This, this is classic
So this shit you might never see again.
we Taxin' you don't want it nigga leave it then.
we Taxin' you don't want it nigga leave it then.
we ain't tryin' to see the pen
Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't tryin' 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, good luck gettin' back.
(Yeah...)
I'm like how the fuck I'm gonna get outta there?
if I'm not careful
Leave em the same place they find him there.
I'm a winner if I make it cross the finish line
Puttin' food on the table like it's dinnertime.
this is what you call stereotypin' about fuck?
Can you tell me my your dog keep sniffin' 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 crape, it's lockin' up in no time.
More time in the kitchen then I spent in the studio
Case paradise I ain't talkin' about Coolio.
Can't lie, still addicted to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi
But still thinkin' Coca Cola.

[laughing]

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]
Yeah... You gotta pay for this
I remember when I used to pray for this.
This, this is classic
So this shit you might never see again.
we Taxin' you don't want it nigga leave it then.
we Taxin' you don't want it nigga leave it then.
we ain't tryin' to see the pen
Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't tryin' to see the pen.
This is a Luxury Tax.

[Verse 4: Trick Daddy]
I'm up early in the morning I'm dressed in black.
Hold on, every morning I get dressed in black.
While your half ass lookin' at my pants saggin'
I'm gettin' money my swagin' black flaggin'.
Million dollar status, fully automatic.
Heavy on the henny even harder on the women.
If it wasn't for reverend
I probably would pimpin' shit.
Pops, my papai, has already hear me.
I Tried trappin' shit sent me to prison,
Got mad went to savage so homicide came to visit.
I smell gun powder
So you got 1 hour to come up with every damn dollar
Or your dun-dollar.
It cost a ball dogg
Especially when the players on your team
Consider you as the ball hog.
You treat me like Shaq
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
So this shit you might never see again.
we Taxin' you don't want it nigga leave it then.
we Taxin' you don't want it nigga leave it then.
we ain't tryin' to see the pen
Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't tryin' to see the pen.
This is a Luxury Tax.