On to the Next One lyrics
Under the spot, under the spotI got a million ways to get it (uh-huh, geah)Choose one (choose one, hey)Ay, bring it back, bring it back (uh-huh)Now double your money and make a stackI’m on to the next one, on to the next oneI’m on to the next one, on to the next oneI’m on to the next one, on to the next oneI’m on to the next one, on to the next one(Hold up) Freeze! Ay!Somebody bring me back the money please, hey
Hov’ on that new shit, niggas like “How come?”Niggas want my old shit, buy my old albumsNiggas stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it movingNiggas make the same shit, me I make The BlueprintCame in the Range, hopped out the LexusEvery year since, I been on that next shitTraded in the gold for the platinum RolexesNow a nigga wrist match the status of my recordsUsed to rock a throwback, ballin on the cornerNow I rock a tailored suit, looking like a ownerNo I’m not a Jonas, Brother I’m a grown upNo I’m not a virgin, I use my cojonesI move onward, the only directionCan’t be scared to fail in the search of perfectionGotta keep it fresh girl, even when we sexingBut don’t be mad at him when it’s on to the next one
Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please
I got a million ways to get it, choose oneBring it back, now double your money and make it stackI’m on to the next one, on to the next oneI’m on to the next one, on to the next oneI’m on to the next one, on to the next oneI’m on to the next one, on to the next oneFreeze, somebody bring me back some money please
Fuck a throwback jersey cause we on to the next oneAnd fuck that Auto-Tune cause we onAnd niggas don’t be mad cause it’s all about progressionLoiterers should be arrestedI used to drink Cristal, the muh’fucker’s racistSo I switched gold bottles on to that Spade shitYou gon’ have another drink or you just gon’ baby-sitOn to the next one, somebody call the waitressBaby I’m a boss, I don’t know what they doI don’t get dropped, I drop the labelWorld can’t hold me, too much ambitionAlways knew it’d be like this when I was in the kitchenNiggas in the same spot, me I’m dodging raindropsMeaning I’m on vacay, chilling on a big yachtYeah I got on flip-flops, white Louie boat shoesY’all should grow the fuck up, c’mere let me coach youHold up
Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please
I got a million ways to get it, choose oneBring it back, now double your money and make it stackI’m on to the next one, on to the next oneI’m on to the next one, on to the next oneI’m on to the next one, on to the next oneI’m on to the next one, on to the next oneFreeze, somebody bring me back some money please
Uhh, Big Pimpin’ in the house nowBought the land, tore the muh’fuckin house downBought the car, tore the muh’fuckin roof offRide clean, I don’t ever take the shoes offBought the jeep, tore the muh’fuckin doors offFoot out that bitch, ride the shit like a skateboardNavigation on, trying to find my next thrillFeeling myself, I don’t even need an X pillCan’t chill but my neck willHaters really gon’ be mad off my next dealUhh, I don’t know why they worry ’bout my pocketsMeanwhile I had Oprah chilling in the projectsHad her out in Bed-Stuy, chilling on the stepsDrinking quarter waters, I gotta be the bestM.J. at Summer Jam, Obama on the textY’all should be afraid of what I’m gon’ do nextHold up
Freeze, somebody bring me back some money pleaseI got a million ways to get it, choose oneBring it back, now double your money and make it stackI’m on to the next one, on to the next oneI’m on to the next one, on to the next oneI’m on to the next one, on to the next oneI’m on to the next one, on to the next oneFreeze, somebody bring me back some money please