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[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 been 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 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 cajones

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



[Verse 2:]

Fuck a throwback jersey cause we on to the next one,

And fuck 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 Cristal,

Muthafuckers 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 louis boat shoes,

You should grow the fuck up,

Come here let me coach you,

Hold up,


[Verse 3:]

Unh, Big pimpin in the house now,

Bought the land, tore the muthafuckin’ house down,

Bought the car, tore the muthafuckin’ roof off,

Ride clean, I don’t never take the shoes off,

Bought the jeep, tore the muthafuckin’ doors off,

Foot out dat bitch, ride the 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 why 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 gon’ do next.

Hold up…


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