JAY-Z, Swizz Beatz - On To The Next One lyrics

Under the spot, under the spot
I 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 stack
I'm on to the next one, on to the next one
I'm on to the next one, on to the next one
I'm on to the next one, on to the next one
I'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 albums
Niggas stuck on stupid
I gotta keep it movin'
Niggas make the same shit
Me I make The Blueprint
Came in the Range, hopped out the Lexus
Every year since, I 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
Ballin' on the corner
Now I rock a tailored suit
Lookin' like a owner
No I'm not a Jonas, Brother, I'm a grown up
No I'm not a virgin, I use my cojones
I move onward, the only direction
Can't be scared to fail
In search of perfection
Gotta keep it fresh girl, even when we sexin'
But 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 one
Bring it back
Now double your money and make it stack
I'm on to the next one, on to the next one
I'm on to the next one, on to the next one
I'm on to the next one, on to the next one
I'm on to the next one, on to the next one
(Hold up) Freeze! Ay!
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 onnnnn
And niggas, don't be mad
Cause it's all about progression
Loiterers should be arrested
I used to drink Cristal
Them muh'fuckers racist
So I switched gold bottles on
To that Spade shit
You gon' have another drink or
You just gon' baby-sit 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 drop 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 dodgin' raindrops
Meanin' I'm on vacay, chillin' on a big yacht
Yeah I got on flip-flops
White Louie boat shoes
Y'all should grow the fuck up
C'mere let me coach you hold up

Freeze, somebody bring me back
Some money please
I got a million ways to get it, choose one
Bring it back
Now double your money and make it stack
I'm on to the next one, on to the next one
I'm on to the next one, on to the next one
I'm on to the next one, on to the next one
I'm on to the next one, on to the next one
(Hold up) Freeze! Ay!
Somebody bring me back some money please

Uhh, Big Pimpin' in the house now
Bought the land
Tore the muh'fuckin house down
Bought the car, tore the muh'fuckin roof off
Ride clean, I don't never take the shoes off
Bought the jeep
Tore the muh'fuckin doors off
Foot out that bitch
Ride the shit like a skateboard
Navigation on, tryin' to find my next thrill
Feelin' myself, I don't even need a X pill
Can't chill but my neck will
Haters really gon' be mad off my next deal
Uhh, I don't know why they
Worry 'bout my pockets
Meanwhile I had Oprah chillin'
In the projects had her out in Bed-Stuy
Chillin' on the steps
Drinkin' quarter waters, I gotta be the best
MJ at Summer Jam, Obama on the text
Y'all should be afraid of what
I'm gon' do next hold up

Freeze, somebody bring me back
Some money please
I got a million ways to get it, choose one
Bring it back
Now double your money and make it stack
I'm on to the next one, on to the next one
I'm on to the next one, on to the next one
I'm on to the next one, on to the next one
I'm on to the next one, on to the next one
(Hold up) Freeze! Ay!
Somebody bring me back some money please