Oh, what a feeling, I'm living large, no precious pun, I indulge myself in the daily

Creme de la creme, $43,000 in sheets, I sleep with ease, we're 43% below poverty in Belize

Nobody knows my struggle, I hustle blood and bone, and all I started with was my father's

Millon dollar business loan, that shit was pennies, but I made it work, it's so hard trying to

Make it when you come from the dirt, yes Lord, I'm bad at business, but thank God my daddy

Does it, I hired some advisors to run it, once he kicked the bucket, playing golf, thinking

About my daily struggle, it made me sit to my stomach, how can I not be humble, finish

My rounds, no birdies, I'm on par, my caddy asked for a tip, man, I'd blow it off, you

Gotta work for it, you gotta really want it, put your heart and soul in it, the rest is

Luxury tax, yeah, that's just the luxury tax, you gotta put your heart and soul in it, the

The rest is luxury tax, that's just the luxury tax, finally made it with no help, now I'm

Depressed, my collusion with Russia made me the eternal heads, now I ain't worried, I'm

Sitting in the biggest chair, off my own diligence, I'm man of the year, all that huffing about

A war, really got me big, now send an army to the border, tell them snatch up all the

Kids, who's my bestie, he understands me, I look at his daughter like my own, and she's

Sexy, back to my struggle, I show you where I came from, Kanye about you, I made it out

Of suburban slums, now let's talk resources, and how to confiscate it, other nations is

Too nosy, put a ban on immigration, even though immigration is what truly made the nation

The rest is luxury tax, yeah, that's just the luxury tax

We pay for this land with they blood, the rest is luxury tax

That's just the luxury tax

That's just the luxury tax