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Jay Z - Roc A Fella Billionaires Lyrics

[Intro: Freeway & Jay-Z]
Roc-A-Fella millionaires bitch, early, that's right, haha
{Hey Big Sp-, Hey Big, Hey, Hey Big Spender}

[Verse 1: Freeway]
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 Louies, what the fuck did you think?
When I step in the place, bitches running up to me, yelling
{Hey big spender!}

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Geah, geah, geah, geah
I turn a nick to a dime, dime to some millions
A brick to the rock, 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

[Chorus: Jay-Z and Freeway]
{Hey big spender!} That's what them hoes say
{Hey!} Hov pouring rosé
{Hey!} Rose gold, Royal Oak, Audemars, 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 rosé
Roc-A-Fella millionaires, we stack that paper everyday, yeah
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
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 'Bach 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 a "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

[Verse 4: Freeway]
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 ya'll niggas debating
I'm copping, y'all niggas hating cuz I'm making that scrilla
They know me F-Baby gorrilla, when I step in the building, they saying
{Hey big spender!}

[Chorus: Jay-Z and Freeway]
{Hey big spender!} That's what them hoes say
{Hey!} Hov pouring rosé
{Hey!} Rose gold, Royal Oak, Audemars, 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 rosé
Roc-A-Fella millionaires, we stack that paper everyday, yeah
[Verse 5: Freeway & Jay-Z]
Although I'm good with addition, the flow so scientific
Gold plate like Cris', so I reverse the system
Came from poverty striken 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: Jay-Z and Freeway]
{Hey big spender!} That's what them hoes say
{Hey!} Hov pouring rosé
{Hey!} Rose gold, Royal Oak, Audemars, 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 rosé
Roc-A-Fella millionaires, we stack that paper everyday, yeah