On To The Next One

[Intro: Swizz Beatz]

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

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

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

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]

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

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

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 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

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]

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

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

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

M.J. at Summer Jam, Obama on the text

Y'all should be afraid of what I'm gon' do next

Hold up

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]

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