Lyrics Roc-A-Fella Billionaires - Freeway, Jay-Z

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