Jay-Z Lyrics
On To The Next One Lyrics
[Chorus: 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,
[Verse 1: 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 Range, hopped out the Lexus
Every year since I've bin on that next shit
Traded in the gold for the platinum rolex's
Now a nigga wrist match the status of my records
Used to rock a throwback, ballin on the corner
Now I rock a teller suit looking like a owner
No I'm not a Jonus brother I'm a grown up
No I'm not a virgin I use my cahonas
I move forward the only direction
Can't be scared to fail Search and 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
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
F*ck a throwback jersey cause we on to the next one,
And f*ck that autotune cause we oohhhhn,
And niggas don't be mad cause it's all about progression,
Loiterers should be arrested, I used to drink Kristal,
Motherf*ckers 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 da waitress,
Baby I'm a boss, I dunno 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 spots, me I'm dodging rain drops,
Meaning I'm on vacay, chillin on a big yacht,
Yeah I go ton flip flops, white louie boat shoes,
You should grow the f*ck up,
Come here let me coach you,
Hold up,
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Uh, Big pimpin in the house now,
Bought the land, tore the motherf*cking house down,
Bought the car, tore the motherf*cking roof off,
Ride clean, I don't ever take the shoes off,
Bought the jeep, tore the motherf*cking doors off,
Foot out dat bitch about to shit like a skateboard,
Navigation on tryin to find my next thrill,
Feelin 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 hwy they really worry bout my pockets,
Meanwhile I had Oprah chillin in the projects,
Had her out in Bed Stuy chillin on the steps,
Drinking quarter waters gotta be the best,
MJ at summerjam, Obama on the text,
Y'all should be afraid of what I'm gonna do next.
Hold up,
[Chorus]