Big Spender Lyrics by Freeway

Big Spender

[featuring Jay-Z]

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

[First verse]
[Freeway]
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
{Hey big spender!}
[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
{Hey big spender!}

[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
{Hey big spender!} That's what them hoes say
{Hey!} Ho pouring rose-ay
{Hey!} 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
{Hey big spender!}
Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Chea

[Verse 2]
[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
{Hey big spender!} 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
{Hey big spender!}

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] [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

[Chorus]