[Swizz Beats:] I got a million ways to get it Choose one (choose one) Hey, bring it back (bring it back) Now double your money and make a stack
I’m on to the next one On to the next one On to the next one On to the next one On to the next one On to the next one On to the next one
Hold up, freeze
Somebody bring me back some money please
[Jay-Z:] Hov on that new shit niggas like how come Niggas want my old shit, buy my old album Niggas stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it moving Niggas make the same shit, me I make the blueprint
Came in the Range, hopped out the Lexus Every year since I’ve been on that next shit Traded in the gold for the platinum Rolexes Now a nigga wrist match the status of my records
Used to rock a throwback, balling on the corner Now I rock a tailored suit looking like a owner No I’m not a Jonas brother I’m a grown up No I’m not a virgin I use my kahonas
I move onward the only direction Can’t be scared to fail in the search of perfection Gotta keep it fresh even when we sexing But don’t be mad at him when he’s on to the next one
Freeze
Somebody bring me back some money please!
[Swizz Beats:] I got a million ways to get it Choose one (choose one) Hey, bring it back (bring it back) Now double your money and make a stack
I’m on to the next one On to the next one On to the next one On to the next one On to the next one On to the next one On to the next one
Hold up Freeze! Somebody bring me back some money please!
Fuck a throwback jersey ’cause we on to the next one And fuck that auto-tune ’cause we own And niggas don’t be mad ’cause it’s all about progression Loiterers should be arrested, I used to drink Cristal Them fuckers racist, so I switched Gold Bottles on to that spade shit You gon’ have another drink or you just gon’ babysit On to the next one, somebody call the waitress Baby I’m a boss, I don’t know what they do I don’t get dropped, I dropped the label World can’t hold me, too much ambition Always knew it’d be like this when I was in the kitchen Niggas in the same spot, me I’m dodging rain drops Meaning I’m on vacay, chilling on a big yacht Yeah I got on flip flops, white Louie boat shoes You should grow the fuck up Come here let me coach you
Hold up Freeze! Somebody bring me back some money please!
[Swizz Beats:] I got a million ways to get it Choose one (choose one) Hey, bring it back (bring it back) Now double your money and make a stack
I’m on to the next one On to the next one On to the next one On to the next one On to the next one On to the next one On to the next one
Freeze! Somebody bring me back some money please!
Uh, Big pimping in the house now Bought the land, tore the motherfucking house down Bought the car, tore the motherfucking roof off Ride clean, I don’t ever take the shoes off Bought the jeep, tore the motherfucking doors off Foot out that bitch about to shit like a skateboard Navigation on trying to find my next thrill Feeling myself I don’t even need an x pill Can’t chill but my neck will Haters really gon’ be mad off my next deal Uh, I don’t know why they really worry bout my pockets Meanwhile I had Oprah chilling in the projects Had her out in Bed Stuy chilling on the steps Drinking quarter waters gotta be the best MJ at summer jam, Obama on the text Y’all should be afraid of what I’m gonna do next
Hold up Freeze! Somebody bring me back some money please!
[Swizz Beats:] I got a million ways to get it Choose one (choose one) Hey, bring it back (bring it back) Now double your money and make a stack
I’m on to the next one On to the next one On to the next one On to the next one On to the next one On to the next one On to the next one
Hold up Freeze! Somebody bring me back some money please!