[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

Freeze

[Chorus]

[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,

[Chorus]

[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...

[Chorus]

This love is bittersweet. Its always incomplete.
Right now youre killing me (ohhh-oh)
Cause everything that you say, and every time that you stay,
I see that now you have changed and Im the one that you blame.

Chorus:
NOW YOURE GONE!
And youre on to the next one.
This time Ive got to live without you.
Thats just the way it has to be.
This time Ive got to live without you. (Wa-ah-oh)
And youre on to the next one.

When this night, turns to day,
I know that people change but you just stay the same.
You would swear,
On your grave,
That you would never become exactly what you hate.

Chorus:
NOW YOURE GONE
And youre onto the next one.
This time Ive got to live without you.
Thats just the way it has to be.
This time Ive got to live without you. (Wa-ah-oh)
And youre on to the next one.
On to the next one.

Every night turns to day, and every one has to change.

NOW YOURE GONE!
And youre on to the next one.
This time Ive got to live without you.
Thats just the way it has to be.
This time Ive got to live without you. (Wa-ah-oh)
And youre on to the next one.

This time Ive got to live without you.
Thats just the way it has to be.
This time Ive got to live without you. (Wa-ah-oh)
And youre on to the next one.
On to the next one.
On to the next one.
On to the next one.

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(Swizz Beats -Chorus)
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,

(Jay-Z)
Hov on that new shit n-ggas like how come
N-ggas want my old sh-t, buy my old album
N-ggas stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it moving
N-ggas make the same sh-t, me I make the blueprint

Came in Range, hopped out the Lexus
every year since i’ve bin on that next sh-t
traded in the gold for the platinum rolex’s
Now a n-gga 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 im not a Jonus brother I’m a grown up
No I’m not a virgin I use my cojones

I move forward the only direction
cant 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 cos we on to the next one,
and f-ck that autotune cos we oohhhhn,
and n-ggas don’t be mad cos it’s all about progression,
loiterers should be arrested, I used to drink Kristal,
muthaf-ckers racist, so I switched Gold Bottles on to that spade sh-t,
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,
n-ggas 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 muthaf-cking house down,
bought the car, tore the muthaf-cking roof off,
ride clean, i don’t ever take the shoes off,
bought the jeep, tore the muthaf-cking doors off,
foot out dat b-tch about to sh-t 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 dont 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]

I got a million ways to get it, choose one
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
I'm on to the next one, on to the next
I'm on to the next one, on to the next
I'm on to the next one, on to the next

Hold up, freeze, hey
Somebody bring me back some money please, hey

Hov' on that new shit, niggaz 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 Blueprints

Came in the Range, hopped out that Lexus
Every year since, I 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 Teller 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, searchin' perfection
Gotta keep it fresh, girl, even when we sexin'
But don't be mad at him when he's on to the next one

Freeze, hey
Somebody bring me back some money please, hey
I got a million ways to get it, 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
I'm on to the next one, on to the next
I'm on to the next one, on to the next
I'm on to the next one, on to the next

Hold up, freeze, hey
Somebody bring me back some money please, hey

Fuck a throwback jersey 'cause we on to the next one
And fuck that Auto-Tune 'cause we on
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 gonna have another drink or you just gonna 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 vaca', chillin' on a big yacht
Yeah, I got on flip flops, white Louie boat shoes
Y'all should grow the fuck up, come here let me coach you, hold up

Freeze, hey
Somebody bring me back some money please, hey
I got a million ways to get it, 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
I'm on to the next one, on to the next
I'm on to the next one, on to the next
I'm on to the next one, on to the next

Hold up, freeze, hey
Somebody bring me back some money please, hey

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 shoes off

Bought the Jeep, tore the motherfuckin' 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 an X pill

Can't chill but my neck will
Haters really gonna be mad off my next deal
Uh, 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 gonna do next, hold up

Freeze, hey
Somebody bring me back some money please, hey
I got a million ways to get it, 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
I'm on to the next one, on to the next
I'm on to the next one, on to the next
I'm on to the next one, on to the next

Hold up, freeze, hey
Somebody bring me back some money please, hey

Featuring Swizz Beatz

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 http://www.directlyrics.com.com/jayz-on-to-the-next-one-lyrics.html
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

Freeze
Somebody bring me back some money please

[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

Freeze

[Chorus]

[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,

[Chorus]

[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...

[Chorus]