Roc-a-fella millionaires bitch, early, that's right, haha
{Hey Big Sp-, Hey Big, Hey, Hey Big Spender}

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 Louie's, 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 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
{Hey big spender!}

{Hey big spender!} That's what them hoes say
{Hey!} Ho pouring rose-ay
{Hey!} Rose gold, royal oak, auto mart, 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 rose-ay
Roc-a-fella millionaires, we stack that paper everyday, yeeeah
(Hey) Yeah (Hey) Yeah (Hey) Yeah (Hey) Yeah (Hey) Hey
{Hey big spender!}
Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Chea

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 ya call
{Hey big spender!} Ha,ha,ha,haaa

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 y'all niggas debating
I'm copping, y'all niggas hating 'cause I'm making that scrilla
They know me F-Baby gorrilla, when I step in the building, they saying
{Hey big spender!}

[Chorus]

[Freeway:] Although I'm good with addition, the flow so scientific
[Jay-Z:] Gold plate like Cris, so I reverse the system
[Freeway:] Came from poverty stricken
[Jay-Z:] to the top of the Forbes
[Freeway:] Now the property's listed
[Jay-Z:] in high society district
[Jay-Z:] '76 is the floor
[Freeway:] '94 with the raw
[Jay-Z:] '96 with the flow
[Freeway:] 2008 with the spitting
[Freeway:] Now drop a grip up in the mall, two hundred grand at the district, we living, bitches

[Chorus]

Writer : CARTER, SHAWN / PRIDGEN, LESLIE / FIELDS, D. / COLEMAN, C / BLACKMAN, D
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing