E-class, I think we got a problem

Yeahh, 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 said I couldn't play basketball, I wasn′t tall.

They said 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

Now meet the boss of the cartel, Ross

I′m a sinner, not Satan

Sitting on Lorenzos and I seem really patient

Picture the equation

People taking pictures and they really getting flagrant

Flagging down my spaceship, sergeant sniffing 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's the motto for the mob

Need a blowjob? 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 feeling like I hid

3.2 but I 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, BO$$

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 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

Yeah imagine this, no, imagine that.

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

I′m like, "The fuck I′m gonna' 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

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?

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 than I spent in the studio

"Gangster′s Paradise", and I ain't talking about Coolio.

Can't lie, still addicted to the odour

Got a ice cold Pepsi, still thinking Coca-Cola.

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 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.

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 sagging

I′m getting money and my swag, black flagging.

Million dollar status, fully automatic.

Heavy on the Henny even harder on the women.

If it wasn't for rapping, I probably be pimpin and shit.

Pops, my Papi, is already in me.

I tried trapping, shit sent me to prison

Got mad and went to snapping, so homocide 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, dogg

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

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 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.