[Intro: Lil Wayne]

E-Class, I think we got a problem

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Yeah, 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?"

Then 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 slippin', 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 said I couldn't play basketball, I wasn't tall

They said I couldn't play baseball at all

And now every day of my life, I ball

And they say you ain't great until someone assassinate

And I feel like MLK

Yeah, "I Have a Dream" to be your worst nightmare

Now meet The Boss of The Cartel, Ross

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

I'm a sinner, not Satan

Sittin' on Lorenzos and I seem really patient

Picture the equation

People takin' pictures and they really gettin' flagrant

Flaggin' down my spaceship, sergeant sniffin' 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's the motto for the mob

Need a blow-job, my motto, get a model for the job

Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob

Post up, nigga what? Finger-fuck your whole squad

Forty round extend-o, flip it for my kinfolk

Luxury tax on them packs, if you didn't know

Bought a new crib, niggas feelin' like I hid

3.2, but I did it for the kids

More guns than a pawnshop

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, some shit you might not 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 tryna see the Pen

Like a needle in a haystack, we ain't tryna see the 'pin'

This is a luxury tax

[Verse 3: Jeezy]

Yeah, imagine this, no, imagine that

Gave me my sack, like "Good luck getting back"

I'm like, "The fuck I'm gon' hide it at?"

And if I'm not careful, be the same place they find it at

And I'm a winner, if I make it across the finish line

Puttin' food on the table like it's dinner time

And this is what you call stereotyping by far

Can you tell me my your dog keep sniffin' my car?

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 lockin' up in no time

More time in the kitchen than I spent in the studio

"Gangsta's Paradise", and I ain't talkin' 'bout Coolio

Can't lie, still addicted to the odour

Got a ice cold Pepsi, still thinkin' Coca-Cola

[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 not 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 tryna see the Pen

Like a needle in a haystack, we ain't tryna see the 'pin'

This is a luxury tax

[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 y'all half-ass, nigga my pants saggin'

I'm gettin' money and my swag, black-flaggin'

Million dollar status, fully automatic

Heavy on the Henny, even harder on the women

If it wasn't for Reverend, I'd probably be pimpin' and shit

Pops, my papi, is already in me

I tried trappin', shit sent me to prison

Got mad and went to snappin', so homicide came to visit

I smell gun powder, so you got one hour

To come up with every damn dollar; or you're done, dollar

It costs to ball, dog

Especially when the players on your team consider you as the ball hog

You treat me like Shaq, and you Kobe

But I ain'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, some shit you might not 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 tryna see the Pen

Like a needle in a haystack, we ain't tryna see the 'pin'

This is a luxury tax