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(Feat. Jay-Z) |
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Rocafella millionaires bitch, early, that's right, haha |
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{Hey Big Sp-, Hey Big, Hey, Hey Big Spender} |
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[verse 1:] |
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[Freeway:] |
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30 mill in the bank, 30 grand on the wrist-and |
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20 mill in the Swiss-and, 30 birds in a tank |
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Diamonds all in the face, blind ya face when it glisten |
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Ace of Spade not that Crissy, man you know what we drink |
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Got my automa-k, in my new Gucci slippers |
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I bring my loafers from Louies, what the fuck did you think? |
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When I step in the place, bitches running up to me...yelling |
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{Hey big spender!} |
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[Jay-Z:] |
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Chea, Chea, Chea, Chea |
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I turn a nick to a dime, dime to some millions |
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A brick to the Roc, the Roc into some buildings |
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When ya nigga feeling I might see about a billion |
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'Fore I leave the building, now that's what I call a billing |
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Uh, balling, you still crawling, children, call him |
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When ya start walking I be wheeling, flooring |
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Something foreign, no ceiling, chilling...hey, hey, hey...hahaha |
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{Hey big spender!} |
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[Chorus:] |
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[Jay-Z:] |
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{Hey big spender!} That's what them hoes say |
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{Hey!} Ho pouring rose-ay |
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{Hey!} Rose gold, royal oak, automart, okay |
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(Chea) Hey (Chea) Hey (Chea) Hey (Chea) Hey (Chea) Hey (Chea) Hey |
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Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Chea |
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[Freeway:] |
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That's what them hoes say |
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Free pouring rose-ay |
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Rocafella millionaires, we stack that paper everyday, yeeeah |
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(Hey) Yeah (Hey) Yeah (Hey) Yeah (Hey) Yeah (Hey) Hey |
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{Hey big spender!} |
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Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Chea |
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[Verse 2:] |
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[Jay-Z:] |
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I'm a jet fuel abuser, now 7-4 to the 5 |
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Hova's dough is on autopilot, I don't even drive |
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In the bop with my shoes up, I just took back the Phantom |
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Too many fuckers could fathom, what it felt like to have em |
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I just copped me an all-things, a professional ball team |
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Tell me I ain't the illest hustler ya'll seen |
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When you don't buy out the bar, you buy the bar, that's what ya call |
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{Hey big spender!} Ha,ha,ha,haaa |
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[Freeway:] |
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I got some dough on the block, got some dough getting wrists |
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I got a villa in Tahiti and I don't owe no rent |
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I got that paper for real-a, and these niggas finally thinking |
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Eat my cake up in the safe and take a slice of the dilla |
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Three hundred grands of damn willa, why ya'll niggas debating |
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I'm copping, ya'll niggas hating cuz I'm making that scrilla |
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They know me F-Baby gorrilla, when I step in the building, they saying |
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{Hey big spender!} |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3:] |
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[Freeway:] Although I'm good with addition, the flow so scientific |
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[Jay-Z:] Gold plate like Cris, so I reverse the system |
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[Freeway:] Came from poverty striken [Jay-Z:] to the top of the Forbes |
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[Freeway:] Now the property's listed [Jay-Z:] in high society district |
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[Jay-Z:] '76 is the floor [Freeway:] '94 with the raw |
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[Jay-Z:] '96 with the flow [Freeway:] 2008 with the spitting |
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[Freeway:] Now drop a grip up in the mall, two hundred grand at the district, we living, bitches |
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[Chorus] |