"On to the next one, on to the next one" - *repeat in background*}

[Intro: Swizz Beatz] + (Jay-Z)

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

[Jay-Z]

Hov' on that new %#@!, ^!$$%s like "How come?"
^!$$%s want my old %#@!, buy my old albums
^!$$%s stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it movin'

^!$$%s make the same %#@!, me I make The Blueprint
Came in the Range, hopped out the Lexus
Every year since, I been on that next %#@!

Traded in the gold for the platinum Rolexes
Now a ^!$$% 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 the 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

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]

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 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


[Jay-Z]
$#&@ a throwback jersey cause we on to the next one

And $#&@ that Auto-Tune cause we *onnnnn*
And ^!$$%s don't be mad cause it's all about progression
Loiterers should be arrested

I used to drink Cristal, the muh'$#&@er's racist
So I switched gold bottles on to that Spade %#@!
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
^!$$%s 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 $#&@ up, c'mere let me coach you

Hold up

[Hook]


[Jay-Z]
Uhh, Big Pimpin' in the house now

Bought the land, tore the muh'$#&@in house down
Bought the car, tore the muh'$#&@in roof off
Ride clean, I don't ever take the shoes off

Bought the jeep, tore the muh'$#&@in doors off
Foot out that (*##$, ride the %#@! 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
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


[Hook]