RICK ROSS LUXURY TAX LYRICS
LUXURY TAX LYRICS by RICK ROSS:
From Rick Ross's new album, Trilla)
[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 isnt 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'nt play 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 it ain't raining until someone assassinate,
And I feel like LMK
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 fragrant.
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 model, get a model for the job.
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
Nigga what finger fuck you whole squad.
Forty around spending doe, flipping for my'
Let you raid 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 huustling...
BOSSS
[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.
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.
[ Luxury Tax lyrics from
http://www.lyricsyoulove.com/r/rick_ross/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 about'
Can you tell me my 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 crape, it's locking up in no time.
More time in the kitchen then I spent in the studio,
Case 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]
[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 looking at my pants sagging,
I'm getting money, and my swaging and black flagging.
Million dollor status, fully automatic.
Heavy on the' and even harder on the women.
If it wasn't for reverend,
I probably would pimpin and shit.
Pops, my papai, has already hear me.
Tried trapping, shit sent me to prison,
Got mad and went to savage 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]
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 isnt 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'nt play 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 it ain't raining until someone assassinate,
And I feel like LMK
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 fragrant.
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 model, get a model for the job.
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
Nigga what finger fuck you whole squad.
Forty around spending doe, flipping for my'
Let you raid 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 huustling...
BOSSS
[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.
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.
[ Luxury Tax lyrics from
http://www.lyricsyoulove.com/r/rick_ross/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 about'
Can you tell me my 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 crape, it's locking up in no time.
More time in the kitchen then I spent in the studio,
Case 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]
[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 looking at my pants sagging,
I'm getting money, and my swaging and black flagging.
Million dollor status, fully automatic.
Heavy on the' and even harder on the women.
If it wasn't for reverend,
I probably would pimpin and shit.
Pops, my papai, has already hear me.
Tried trapping, shit sent me to prison,
Got mad and went to savage 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]
Read the full song lyrics to LUXURY TAX by RICK ROSS, from the album Trilla, ! Search our music database for Rick Ross songs and album lyrics The words and lyrics to this song are the intellectual property of RICK ROSS and his / their respective music label. If you wish to support this artist, download RICK ROSS music online or buy an album. Also visit our sponsors to download LUXURY TAX ringtones or mp3s for your cell phone. If you want to help make this song by Rick Ross popular, please share it below or blog about it.
TOP RICK ROSS LYRICS:
• Drought Lyrics
• Lay Back Lyrics
• Valley Of Death Lyrics
• Push It Lyrics
• Maybach Music 2 Lyrics
• Speedin Lyrics
• Murda Miami Lyrics
• Lay Back Lyrics
• Valley Of Death Lyrics
• Push It Lyrics
• Maybach Music 2 Lyrics
• Speedin Lyrics
• Murda Miami Lyrics
Other Songs From This Album:
• Criminal Mind Lyrics
• Drought Lyrics
• I'm Only Human Lyrics
• Interlude #2 Lyrics
• Interlude #3 Lyrics
• Interlude #1 Lyrics
• Japanese Denim Lyrics
• Lovin' My Life Lyrics
• Luxury Tax Lyrics
• Maybach Music Lyrics
• Mecca Of The Trill Lyrics
• Money Make Me Cum Lyrics
• Speedin Lyrics
• Street Money Lyrics
• This Is My Time Lyrics
• Way Mo' Lyrics
• Drought Lyrics
• I'm Only Human Lyrics
• Interlude #2 Lyrics
• Interlude #3 Lyrics
• Interlude #1 Lyrics
• Japanese Denim Lyrics
• Lovin' My Life Lyrics
• Luxury Tax Lyrics
• Maybach Music Lyrics
• Mecca Of The Trill Lyrics
• Money Make Me Cum Lyrics
• Speedin Lyrics
• Street Money Lyrics
• This Is My Time Lyrics
• Way Mo' Lyrics
Share this song
Click below to download the video or embed the lyrics into your blog, website, myspace or facebook profile and share this music online!
Link to us:
Embed lyrics
Bookmark
Comment
| Rate Lyrics: | Rated 3.17/5 (12 Votes) |
|
Embed Luxury Tax Lyrics on your Blog!
Watch Rick Ross V i d e o s
View All New VidsRecent Additions:
Norah Jones – Tell Yer Mama
Jay Sean – Never An Easy Way
Glee Cast – Defying Gravity
Kris Allen – Live Like We're Dying
Jay Sean – Never An Easy Way
Glee Cast – Defying Gravity
Kris Allen – Live Like We're Dying
Norah Jones – Even Though
Ne Yo – Heartbreakers
Shakira – Give It Up To Me
Justin Bieber – Common Denominator
Ne Yo – Heartbreakers
Shakira – Give It Up To Me
Justin Bieber – Common Denominator