Roc-A-Fella Billionaires
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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]

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





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Freeway Feat. Jay-Z's song Roc-A-Fella Billionaires describe the lavish lifestyle of two extremely wealthy and successful men. The song is essentially a celebration of their success and the wealth they have accumulated. The lyrics paint a picture of a world where money is no object and everything they desire is at their fingertips.


The first verse talks about the amount of money these two men have amassed, with thirty million in the bank, thirty thousand on the wrist, twenty million in the Swiss, and thirty birds in a tank. They also have diamonds covering their faces and drink only the finest beverages. The second verse goes on to talk about their success in business, turning a small amount of money into millions and investing it wisely. They have acquired incredible amounts of wealth and are living life to the fullest.


The chorus repeats the phrase "Hey big spender" which is a reference to a song of the same name from the musical "Sweet Charity." This phrase is used to acknowledge the extravagance and luxury of their lifestyle. Overall, the lyrics are an expression of the joy and satisfaction that comes from achieving great success and living the lifestyle of a millionaire.


Line by Line Meaning

Roc-a-fella millionaires bitch, early, that's right, haha
We are millionaires from Roc-a-fella, and we're proud of it


30 mill in the bank, 30 grand on the wrist-and
We have 30 million dollars in the bank and we're also wearing 30 grand worth of watches


20 mill in the Swiss-and, 30 birds in a tank
We have 20 million dollars in Swiss bank accounts and 30 luxury cars


Diamonds all in the face, blind ya face when it glisten
Our diamond jewelry is so shiny that it can temporarily blind people


Ace of Spade not that Crissy, man you know what we drink
We prefer the high-end champagne Ace of Spades over lower quality drinks like Cristal


Got my automa-k, in my new Gucci slippers
We have guns (automatic weapons) and we're wearing designer shoes


I bring my loafers from Louie's, what the fuck did you think?
We only wear high-end designer shoes, specifically from the brand Louis Vuitton


When I step in the place, bitches running up to me...yelling
When we enter a room, women are immediately drawn to us and try to get our attention


I turn a nick to a dime, dime to some millions
We are skilled at making money and can turn small amounts into millions


A brick to the Roc, the Roc into some buildings
We started with a drug operation (selling bricks), then built up Roc-a-fella Records, and now have many successful business ventures


When ya nigga feeling I might see about a billion
When we're in the mood for making even more money, we'll try to reach a billion dollars in net worth


'Fore I leave the building, now that's what I call a billing
We are successful at making major money moves quickly and efficiently


Uh, balling, you still crawling, children, call him
We are living the high life, while others are still struggling to make a living


When ya start walking I be wheeling, flooring
We are always ahead of the game and moving faster than others


Something foreign, no ceiling, chilling...hey, hey, hey...hahaha
We enjoy the luxurious lifestyle of driving exotic cars with the top down and relaxing


That's what them hoes say
Women are impressed by our money and status


Free pouring rose-ay
We are freely and generously pouring rosé champagne


Roc-a-fella millionaires, we stack that paper everyday, yeeeah
We are Roc-a-fella millionaires and we are constantly adding to our wealth


I'm a jet fuel abuser, now 7-4 to the 5
We own and fly expensive private jets


Hova's dough is on autopilot, I don't even drive
Jay-Z's wealth generates itself and he doesn't need to keep working to keep making money


In the bop with my shoes up, I just took back the Phantom
We're cruising around in luxury cars with our feet up


Too many fuckers could fathom, what it felt like to have em
Most people can't even imagine owning cars as expensive as ours


I just copped me an all-things, a professional ball team
We recently purchased a professional sports team


Tell me I ain't the illest hustler y'all seen
We are considered the most skilled and successful businessmen around


When you don't buy out the bar, you buy the bar, that's what ya call
Instead of simply buying drinks at a bar, we own the entire establishment


Ha,ha,ha,haaa
We're laughing because of how outrageous our wealth is


I got some dough on the block, got some dough getting wrists
We have money invested in drugs and watches


I got a villa in Tahiti and I don't owe no rent
We own a luxurious villa in Tahiti and don't have to pay rent for it


I got that paper for real-a, and these niggas finally thinking
We have a lot of real money and others are finally starting to realize it


Eat my cake up in the safe and take a slice of the dilla
We keep our money safe in a vault and enjoy it responsibly


Three hundred grands of damn willa, why y'all niggas debating
We have 300,000 dollars of weed and don't understand why others are still arguing about it


I'm copping, y'all niggas hating 'cause I'm making that scrilla
We are buying whatever we want with our money and others resent us for it


They know me F-Baby gorrilla, when I step in the building, they saying
People recognize us (F-Baby) and are excited to see us when we enter a room


Although I'm good with addition, the flow so scientific
We are good at making money, but we also have skills in music (flow)


Gold plate like Cris, so I reverse the system
We are so wealthy that we have gold-plated everything, even reversing the traditional system


Came from poverty stricken
We came from low-income backgrounds


To the top of the Forbes
We are now some of the wealthiest people in the world, as recognized by Forbes magazine


Now the property's listed
Our expensive properties are listed for sale or rent


In high society district
Our properties are located in wealthy, upscale neighborhoods


'76 is the floor
1976 was the beginning of our journey to wealth


'94 with the raw
1994 was a significant year when we were still dealing drugs


'96 with the flow
1996 was the year our record label started gaining success


2008 with the spitting
2008 was when Jay-Z released his rap album American Gangster


Now drop a grip up in the mall, two hundred grand at the district, we living, bitches
We are dropping large sums of money at the mall and living a lavish lifestyle




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CY COLEMAN, DOROTHY FIELDS, LESLIE PRIDGEN, SHAWN C. CARTER

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