Roc-A-Fella Billionaires Lyrics

Roc-A-Fella millionaires, bitch
(Hey, big spend, hey, big)
Early
(Hey, hey, big spender)
That’s right

30 mill in the bank, 30 grand on the wrist and
20 more in the Swiss and 30 birds in a tank
Diamonds all in the face, blind your face when it glisten
Ace of Spade, not that Crissy, man, you know what we drink

Got my Automa K and my new Gucci slippers
I bring my loafers from Louie’s, but what the fuck 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 you nigga feeling I might see about a billion
'Fore I leave the building, now that's what I call a billing

Balling, you still crawling, children, calling
When you start walking I’ll be wheeling
Flooring something foreign, no ceiling, chilling
(Hey, big spender)

(Hey)
That's what them hoes say
(Hey)
Hoe pouring rose-ay

(Hey)
Rose gold, royal oak
(Hey)
Automa, okay

Chea, hey, chea, hey, chea, hey, chea, hey
Chea, hey, chea, hey, ch-ch-chea
(Hey, big spender)

That's what them hoes say
Free pouring, rosy
Roc-A-Fella millionaires
We stack that paper everyday

Yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey
Yeah, hey, hey, ch-ch-chea
(Hey, big spender)

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 you call
(Hey, big spender)

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 and these niggas fighting and thinking
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Three hundred grands, a damn villa, why y’all niggas debating?
I'm copping, y’all niggas hating ‘cause I'm making that scrilla
They know me as Baby Gorilla
When I step in the building they saying
(Hey, big spender)

(Hey)
That's what them hoes say
(Hey)
Hoe pouring rose-ay

(Hey)
Rose gold, royal oak
(Hey)
Automa, okay

Chea, hey, chea, hey, chea, hey, chea, hey
Chea, hey, chea, hey, ch-ch-chea
(Hey, big spender)

That's what them hoes say
Free pouring, rosy
Roc-A-Fella millionaires
We stack that paper everyday

Yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey
Yeah, hey, hey, ch-ch-chea
(Hey, big spender)

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
(Hey, big spender)

(Hey)
That's what them hoes say
(Hey)
Hoe pouring rose-ay

(Hey)
Rose gold, royal oak
(Hey)
Automa, okay

Chea, hey, chea, hey, chea, hey, chea, hey
Chea, hey, chea, hey, ch-ch-chea
(Hey, big spender)

That's what them hoes say
Free pouring, rosy
Roc-A-Fella millionaires
We stack that paper everyday

Yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey
Yeah, hey, hey, ch-ch-chea
(Hey, big spender)