Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Roc-A-Fella Billionaires , by - Freeway. Release date: 18.07.2005
Song language: English
Roc-A-Fella Billionaires |
| 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 |
| (Jay-Z) |
| 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 |
| (Jay-Z) |
| That’s what them hoes say |
| Ho pouring rose-ay |
| Rose gold, royal oak, automart, okay |
| (Chea) Hey (Chea) Hey (Chea) Hey (Chea) Hey (Chea) Hey (Chea) Hey |
| Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Chea |
| (Freeway) |
| That’s what them hoes say |
| Free pouring rose-ay |
| Rocafella millionaires, we stack that paper everyday, yeeeah |
| (Hey) Yeah (Hey) Yeah (Hey) Yeah (Hey) Yeah (Hey) Hey |
| Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Chea |
| (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 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 ya’ll seen |
| When you don’t buy out the bar, you buy the bar, that’s what ya call |
| Ha, ha, ha, haaa |
| (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, ya’ll niggas hating cuz I’m making that scrilla |
| They know me F-Baby gorrilla, when I step in the building, they saying |
| (F) = Freeway (J) = Jay-Z |
| (F) Although I’m good with addition, the flow so scientific |
| (J) Gold plate like Cris, so I reverse the system |
| (F) Came from poverty striken (J) to the top of the Forbes |
| (F) Now the property’s listed (J) in high society district |
| (J) '76 is the floor (F) '94 with the raw |
| (J) '96 with the flow (F) 2008 with the spitting |
| (F) Now drop a grip up in the mall, two hundred grand at the district, |
| we living, bitches |