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Artist: Freeway f/ Jay-Z
Album:  Free at Last
Song:   Big Spender
Typed by: bomberfromdabean@aim.com *

* first single; send corrections to the typist

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]