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1  I think we got a problem   [Lil Wayne:]                      1
2  Yeah!                                         I think we got a problem Yeahh... 2
      
3  Big money in this bitch if you didn't know   [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]                               3
4  Big business minus the business suit                       Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew. 4
5  Even I look in the mirror like, “Is it you?”   Big business minus     the business suit.                     5
6  And I say I must be the hottest if     it isn’t you   Even I look in           the mirror like is it you,      6
7                                                                 And I say I must be the hottest if it isn't you. 7
8  Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes   Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes. 8
9  New coupe, no top, big tennis shoes   New coop, no top, big tennis shoes. 9
10  Never slipping,      even on the side of a swimming pool   Never slipped, not even on the                              10
11  We don't get ridiculed, we get rid of fools                    side                                       of a swimming pool. 11
12                                 We don't get rid of Q, 12
13  They said I couldn't play football, I was too small   We get rid of fools.                                13
14  They say I couldn't play basketball I wasn't tall           They said I couldn't play football I was too small. 14
15  They say I couldn't play baseball at all   Yhey say I could'ntplay basketball I wasn't tall. 15
16  And now every day of my life I ball                       They say                           I could'ntplay baseball at all. 16
17                                                And now everyday of my life I ball. 17
18  And they say it ain't raining until someone assassinate   And they say it ain't raining                              18
19  And I feel like M.L.K.   until someone assassinate,               19
20  Yeah, I have a dream to be your worst nightmare   And I feel like mlk                                 20
21  Now meet the boss of the cartel, Ross!                      Yeah... I have a dream to be your worst nightmare, 21
22                                                 And now meet the boss of the cartel. 22
1  I'm a seven-nine satan, sitting on Lorenzzes   1
23  And I seem really patient, picture the equation   [Verse 2: Rick Ross]                                   23
24  People taking pictures and they really getting flagrant   I'm a seven-nine satan, sitting on Lorenzzes.           24
25  Flagging down my spaceship, sergeant sniffing for a fragrance   And I seem really patient, picture the equation.            25
26                                         People taking pictures and they 26
27  Yayo, yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo   really getting fragrant.                          27
28  Flying saucer on the hasa in the casa just to lay low   Flags down my spaceship, sergeant                                    28
29  Make more money man that the model for the mob   searching                                     for a fragrance. 29
30  Need a blowjob my model, get a model for the job   Yayo, Yayo, he wanna sniff                     the yayo, 30
31                                   flying saucer on the hasa 31
32  Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob   In the casa just to lay-low.       32
33  Poster, nigga what? Fingerfuck your whole squad                   Make more (money man) that the model for the mob, 33
34  Forty around spending doe, flip ya for my kinfolk                                  Need a blowjob                      my model, get a model for the job. 34
35  Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't know   Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,       35
36                                                   Nigga what finger f**k you whole squad. 36
37  Bought a new crib, niggas feeling like I hid   Forty around spending doe, flipping for my?         37
38  3.2 but I just did it for the kids                 Let you raid tax on them packs if you didn't know 38
39  More guns than a pawn shop, got my whole arm rocked   Bought             a new crib, niggas feeling like I hid. 39
40  Keep                             the 760 double-parked in the wrong spot   3.2 but I just did it for the kids.                                      40
41  Still hustling, Boss                   More guns than a pawn shop, 41
42                                  Got my whole arm rocked. 42
43  Yeah, you gotta pay for this                      Keep the 760 double parked in the wrong spot. 43
2  I remember when I used to pray for this   2
44  This, this is classic, so shit you might never see again   Still huustling... BOSSS                                                    44
3  And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it then   3
45                           [Chorus: Lil Wayne] 45
46  And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it then   Yeah... You gotta pay for this,                             46
47  And we ain't trying       to see the pen   I remember when I used to pray for this. 47
48  Like a needle in a haystack we ain't trying to see the pen   This, this is classic,                                                    48
49  This is a luxury tax                       So this shit you might never see again. 49
50                                                                    And we taxin, you don't want it nigga leave it then, 50
51  Yeah, imagine this, no, imagine that                                And we taxin, you don't want it nigga leave it then. 51
52  Gave me my sack like, good luck getting back   And we ain't trying to see the pen,       52
53  I'm like, “The fuck I'm going outta there”   Like a needle in a hay stack we 53
54  And if I'm not careful, be the same place they find him there   ain't trying to see               the pen.                                54
55                               This is a luxury tax. 55
4  And I'm a winner if I make it cross the finish line   4
56  Putting food on the table like it's dinner time   [Verse 3: Young Jeezy]                                  56
57  And this is what you call sterotyping by far                       (I don't ask them baby I just tax em baby) (Let's go) 57
58  Can you tell me why your dog keep sniffing my car?   Yeah imagine this,                                               58
59                        No imagine that. 59
60  Huh? Got the audacity to call me a liar                                               Gave                               me my sack like, goodluck getting back. (Yeah...) 60
61  “So what you got in your trunk?” “Oh, just a spare tire”   I'm like how the f**k I'm gonna get outta there.                 61
62  You niggas talk blow, well I sold mine   And if I'm not careful,                62
63  Like a bad crampe, it's locking up in no time   Leave em the same place they find him there.       63
64                                                                  And I'm a winner if I make it cross the finshline, 64
65  More time in the kitchen than I spent in the studio   Putting food on the table like it's dinner time.              65
66  Gangasta’s paradise and I ain't talking about Coolio   And this is what you call sterotyping about? 66
67  And I can't lie, still addicted to the odor             Can you tell me my your dog keep sniffing my car? 67
68        Got                              a ice cold Pepsi, still thinking Coke-Cola   Huh? Got the audacity to call me a liar.                                           68
69                                          So what you got in your trunk? 69
70  Yeah, you gotta pay for this   Oh, just a spare tire.       70
71  I remember when I used to pray for this   You niggas talked blow,                            71
72  This, this is classic, so shit you might never see again   While I sold mine.                                          72
73  And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it then   Like a bad crape, it's locking up in no time.       73
74                                                                    More time in the kitchen then I spent in the studio, 74
75  And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it then   Case paradise and I ain't talking about Coolio.                  75
76  And we ain't trying to see the pen   Can't lie, still addicted to      the odor 76
77  Like a needle in a haystack we ain't trying to see the pen   Got a ice cold Pepsi,                                                 77
78  This is a luxury tax   But still thinking Coke-Cola.      78
5   5
79  I'm up early in the morning and I'm dressed in black   Hahaha...                                                            79
6  Hold on, every morning I get dressed in black   6
80  While y'all half-assing, nigga my pants sagging   [Chorus: Lil Wayne]                            80
7  I'm getting money and my swagging black flagging   7
81                               [Verse 4: Trick Daddy] 81
82  Million dollar status, fully automatic                  I'm up early in the morning, and 82
83  Heavy on the innie and even harder on the women   I'm dressed in black.                                    83
84  If it wasn't for Reverend, I’d probably be out pimping and shit   Hold on, every morning I get dressed in black.                     84
85  Pops,                               my papi, has already hear me   While your half ass looking at my pants sagging,                    85
86                                                                   I'm getting money, and my swaging and black flagging. 86
87  I tied trapping, shit sent me to prison   Million dollor status, fully automatic.                 87
88  Got mad       and went to snapping, so homicide came to visit   Heavy on the? and even harder on the women.                  88
89  I smell gun powder, so you got one hour   If it wasn't for reverend,                      89
90  To come up with every damn dollar or your done dollar   I probably would pimpin and shit.                                 90
91                                                Pops, my papai, has already hear me. 91
92  It cost                 to ball dog   Tied trapping, shit sent me to prison,      92
93  Especially when the players on your team consider you as the ball hog   Got mad and went to savage so homocide came to visit.            93
94  You treating me like Shaq and you Kobe   I smell gun powder,                       94
95  But I ain't saying you owe me nigga                 So                   you got one hour to come up 95
96  But act like you know me nigga   with every damn dollar,                  96
97                          Or your dun-dolla. 97
98  Yeah, you gotta pay for this   It cost a ball dogg,       98
99  I remember when I used to pray for this   Especially           when the players on your team,       99
100  This, this is classic, so shit you might never see again   Consider                               you as the ball hog. 100
101  And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it then   You treat me like Shaq,                                   101
102                                                               And you Kobe but I didn't say you owe me nigga. 102
103  And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it then   But act like you know me nigga.                         103
8  And we ain't trying to see the pen   8
9  Like a needle in a haystack we ain't trying to see the pen   9
10  This is a luxury tax   10
      


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