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
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Hov’ on that new sh*t, ni**as like “How come?”
Ni**as want my old shit, buy my old albums
Ni**as stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it moving
Ni**as make the same sh*t, me I make The Blueprint
Came in the Range, hopped out the Lexus
Every year since, I been on that next sh*t
Traded in the gold for the platinum Rolexes
Now a ni**a 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
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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
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Fuck a throwback jersey cause we on to the next one
And fuck that Auto-Tune cause we on
And ni**as don’t be mad cause it’s all about progression
Loiterers should be arrested
I used to drink Cristal, the muh’f*cker’s racist
So I switched gold bottles on to that Spade sh*t
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
Ni**as 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 f*ck up, c’mere let me coach you
Hold up
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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
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Uhh, Big Pimpin’ in the house now
Bought the land, tore the muh’f*ckin house down
Bought the car, tore the muh’f*ckin roof off
Ride clean, I don’t ever take the shoes off
Bought the jeep, tore the muh’f*ckin doors off
Foot out that b*tch, ride the sh*t 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
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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
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Song by Shawn Carter aka Jay Z
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