Roc-A-Fella Billionaires
Jay-Z, Freeway
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Roc-a-fella millionaires bitch, early, that's right, haha (Hey Big Sp-, Hey Big, Hey, Hey Big Spender) 30 mill in the bank, 30 grand on the wrist-and 20 mill in the Swiss-and, 30 birds in a tank Diamonds all in the face, blind ya face when it glisten Ace of Spade not that Crissy, man you know what we drink Got my automa-k, in my new Gucci slippers I bring my loafers from Louie's, what the f*ck did you think? When I step in the place, bitches running up to me...yelling (Hey big spender!) Chea, Chea, Chea, Chea I turn a nick to a dime, dime to some millions A brick to the Roc, the Roc into some buildings When ya nigga feeling I might see about a billion 'Fore I leave the building, now that's what I call a billing Uh, balling, you still crawling, children, call him When ya start walking I be wheeling, flooring Something foreign, no ceiling, chilling...hey, hey, hey...hahaha (Hey big spender!) (Hey big spender!) That's what them hoes say (Hey!) Ho pouring rose-ay (Hey!) Rose gold, royal oak, auto mart, okay (Chea) Hey (Chea) Hey (Chea) Hey (Chea) Hey (Chea) Hey (Chea) Hey Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Chea That's what them hoes say Free pouring rose-ay Roc-a-fella millionaires, we stack that paper everyday, yeeeah (Hey) Yeah (Hey) Yeah (Hey) Yeah (Hey) Yeah (Hey) Hey (Hey big spender!) Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Chea I'm a jet fuel abuser, now 7-4 to the 5 Hova's dough is on autopilot, I don't even drive In the bop with my shoes up, I just took back the Phantom Too many fuckers could fathom, what it felt like to have em I just copped me an all-things, a professional ball team Tell me I ain't the illest hustler y'all seen When you don't buy out the bar, you buy the bar, that's what ya call (Hey big spender!) Ha,ha,ha,haaa I got some dough on the block, got some dough getting wrists I got a villa in Tahiti and I don't owe no rent I got that paper for real-a, and these niggas finally thinking Eat my cake up in the safe and take a slice of the dilla Three hundred grands of damn willa, why y'all niggas debating I'm copping, y'all niggas hating 'cause I'm making that scrilla They know me F-Baby gorrilla, when I step in the building, they saying (Hey big spender!) [Chorus] Although I'm good with addition, the flow so scientific Gold plate like Cris, so I reverse the system Came from poverty stricken To the top of the Forbes Now the property's listed In high society district '76 is the floor '94 with the raw '96 with the flow 2008 with the spitting Now drop a grip up in the mall, two hundred grand at the district, we living, bitches [Chorus]
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Written by: CY COLEMAN, DOROTHY FIELDS, LESLIE PRIDGEN, SHAWN C. CARTER
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