[Lil Wayne:]
e-class
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 coupe, no top, big tennis shoes.
Never slipped, 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 couldn`t play basketball I wasn`t tall.
They say I couldn`t play baseball at all.
And now everyday of my life I ball.
And they say you ain`t great until someone assassinate,
And I feel like M.L.K.
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 Lorenzos.
And I seem really impatient, picture the equation.
People taking pictures and they really getting flagrant.
Flags down my spaceship, sergeant searching 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 motto, get a model for the job.
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
Nigga what finger f**k you 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.
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
[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 never 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 pin.
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 getting back.
(Yeah...)
I`m like how the f**k 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 finish line,
Putting food on the table like it`s dinner time.
And this is what you call stereotyping 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,
Gangsta paradise and I ain`t talking about Coolio.
Can`t lie, still addicted to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi,
But still thinking Coca-Cola.
Hahaha...
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
[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 sag,
I`m getting money, and my swag and black flagging.
Million dollar status, fully automatic.
Heavy on the Henny and even harder on the women.
If it wasn`t for rappin.
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 savage so homicide came to visit.
I smell gun powder,
So you got one hour to come up with every damn dollar,
Or your dun-dada
It cost a ball dogg,
Especially when the players on your team,
Consider you as the boar hog.
You treat me like Shaq,
And you Kobe but I ain`t sayin you owe me nigga.
But act like you know me nigga.
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