paroles de chanson On To The Next One [Jay-Z + Swizz Beatz] - Jay-Z

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, ay
Somebody bring me back the money please, hey
Hov' on that new shit, niggaz like, "How come?"
Niggaz want my old shit, buy my old album
Niggaz stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it movin'
Niggaz 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 Rolexes
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, ay
Somebody bring me back the money please, hey
I got a million ways to get it, choose one
Ay, 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, ay
Somebody bring me back the money please, hey
Fuck a throwback jersey 'cause we on to the next one
And fuck that Auto-Tune 'cause we on
And niggaz don't be mad cause it's all about progression
Loiterers should be arrested
I used to drink Cristal, the motherfuckers 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
Niggaz 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, ay
Somebody bring me back the money please, hey
I got a million ways to get it, choose one
Ay, 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, ay
Somebody bring me back the money please, hey
Uh, 'Big Pimpin'' in the house now
Bought the land, tore the motherfucking house down
Bought the car, tore the motherfucking roof off
Ride clean, I don't ever take the shoes off
Bought the Jeep, tore the motherfucking 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 gon' 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 gon' do next, hold up
Freeze, ay
Somebody bring me back the money please, hey
I got a million ways to get it, choose one
Ay, 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, ay
Somebody bring me back the money please, hey