On To The Next One

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 moving

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, 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 cojones

I move onward, the only direction

Can't be scared to fail in the search of perfection

Gotta keep it fresh girl, even when we sexing

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

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 on

And niggas don't be mad cause it's all about progression

Loiterers should be arrested

I used to drink Cristal, the muh'fucker's 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 dodging raindrops

Meaning I'm on vacay, chilling 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

Freeze, 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 ever 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, 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

Uhh, I don't know why they 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, I gotta be the best

M.J. 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

Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please