On to the next one

me encanta, a disfrutar se ha dicho:
I got a million ways to get it
Choose one
Bring it back
Double your money and make a stack

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 back the money please

(verse 1)
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 movin
Niggas make the same shit

Me, I make the Blueprint
Came in the Range
Hopped out the Lex
Every year since
I been on that next shit
Traded in the gold for the platinum Rolexs
Now a nigga wrist match the status of my records
Used to rock a throwback

Ballin on the corner
Now I rock a tether 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 cajones
I move onward the only direction
Can’t be scared to fail

Searchin perfection
Gotta keep it fresh, even when we sexin’
Don’t be mad at him when it’s on to the next one

(chorus)
Freeze
Somebody bring me back some money please
I got a million ways to get it

Choose One
Bring it back
Double your money and make a stack
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

(verse 2)
Hold up
Fuck that throwback jersey ‘cos we on to the next one
And Fuck that Auto-Tune ‘cos we on
And niggas don’t be mad ‘cos it’s all about progression
Loiterers should be arrested

Used to drink Crystal but the motherfuckers racist
Jay-z On To The Next One lyrics found on
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 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 the big yacht

Yeah I got on flip-flops, while Louis boat shoes
Y’all should grow the fuck up, come here let me coach you
Hold Up

(chorus)
Freeze
Somebody bring me back some money please
I got a million ways to get it

She was what?
Bring it back
Double your money and make a stack
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 3)
Big pimpin’ in the house now
Bought the land tore the motherfuckin house down
Bought the car tore the motherfuckin roof off
Ride clean I don’t ever take the shoes off

Bought the jeep tore the motherfuckin doors off
Pulled out that bitch ride that 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 of my next deal
Uh…
I don’t want nobody to worry bout my pockets
Meanwhile I had Oprah chillin in the projects
Had her out in Bedsty chillin on the steps
Drinkin quarter waters, gotta be the best

MJ at summer jam, Obama on the text
Y’all should be afraid of what I’m gonna do next
Hold up

(chorus)
Freeze
Somebody bring me back some money please
I got a million ways to get it
Choose One

Bring it back
Double your money and make a stack
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

Letra: On To The Next One

Album: The Blueprint 3
Año: 2009

~ por siemprevueloalsur en 25 marzo, 2010.

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