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Listen to Free At Last (Edited Version) by Freeway
ALBUMFree At Last (Edited Version)Freeway
Listen to Freeway Essentials featuring Freeway
PLAYLISTFreeway EssentialsApple Music Hip-Hop

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freeway
Freeway
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leslie Pridgen
Leslie Pridgen
Composer
Damon Blackmon
Damon Blackmon
Composer
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Composer
Cy Coleman
Cy Coleman
Composer
Dorothy Fields
Dorothy Fields
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dame Grease
Dame Grease
Producer
Doug Wilson
Doug Wilson
Mixing Engineer
Gimel Keaton
Gimel Keaton
Recording Engineer
Geoffery Rice
Geoffery Rice
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Rocafella 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 Louies, 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, automart, 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 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 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 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!} Although I'm good with addition, the flow so scientific [Jay-Z:] Gold plate like Cris, so I reverse the system Came from poverty striken [Jay-Z:] to the top of the Forbes Now the property's listed [Jay-Z:] in high society district [Jay-Z:] '76 is the floor '94 with the raw [Jay-Z:] '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
Writer(s): Cy Coleman, Shawn Carter, Dorothy Fields, Leslie Pridgen, D Blackman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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