Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rell
Background Vocals
Dinky Bingham
Keyboards
Barry Salter
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JAY-Z
Composer
Osborne Gould Bingham Jr.
Composer
Billy Nichols
Composer
Wilbur Gerrell Gaddis
Composer
Dinky Bingham
Vocal Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dinky Bingham
Producer
Barry Salter
Co-Producer
EK
Recording Engineer
Joe Quinde
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This is Roc-a-Fella for life
This is Roc-a-Fella for life
This is Roc-a-Fella for life
This is Roc-a-Fella for life
[Verse 2]
I played my parts with the honeys hard
It's gotten even wore now that the money's washed
Like a letter y'all, the nine-eight find me straight
Good health, can't complain about my financial state
What else? I guess tomorrow knows
I run through chicks like borrowed clothes
I'm the type of **** your father oppose
Never taste Jay, you follow the code
Esé on my best day
I'm like God with the flow, bless me
[Verse 3]
Baby, why are you chasin' that man?
Know that he can't love you like I can
I guess you'd rather chase
Instead of feelin' what's real inside
I got to thinkin' and I hope you realize
[Verse 4]
All this love for free
Better come and get it soon (Hurry, hurry)
Please, don't take too long (I want your love, babe)
Before it's all gone
I just wanna put you on
[Verse 5]
The apple of my eye
Sweet cherry surprise
Let me up inside of your body tonight
There's so much that we can do
Me and I'll do you
Know how much I wanna
Taste your lovin', so good
[Verse 6]
All this love for free
Better come and get it soon (Hurry baby)
Please, don't take too long ('Cause I want your love, babe)
Before it's all gone
I just wanna put you on
[Verse 7]
Hurry, hurry, hurry
Hurry baby, 'cause I can't wait
Hurry, hurry, hurry
'Cause later on might be too late
Hurry, hurry, hurry
Tell me what you gonna do
Hurry, hurry, hurry
There's too many dimes for me to choose
[Verse 8]
Baby you got me (Got me goin')
Goin' 'round in circles (Tell me why)
And I can't explain why
(I need your love) Can't get enough of your love
[Verse 9]
In the SL with Rell, music at a high decimal
Mami frontin', touchin' buttons like she special
'Cause she sex well and the best tell
Rapper feelin' cartel
Excellin' like a Hyundai, Sunday to Sunday
It's for the nachos, come out the clothes
And baby girl, if it's Hammer time then hide your toes
The game cold like five below
But once inside the show
We tore it down
About that money, we throw it around
So when the ice hit the sun rays
Run for shade
Games over, we didn't come to play
The fuck y'all thinkin'?
[Verse 10]
(Goin') Round and round and round in circles
(Tell me why) I can't explain why
(I need your love) Can't get enough of your love
[Verse 11]
Baby I've got all this love
All this love for free
Better come and get it soon (Baby, baby, baby)
Please, don't take too long (I want your love, babe)
Before it's all gone
I just wanna put you on
Can you feel me growin' baby?
[Verse 12]
All this love for free
Better come and get it soon (Let me keep it goin')
Written by: Billy Nichols, JAY-Z, Osborne Gould Bingham Jr., Wilbur Gerrell Gaddis