On To the Next One (feat. Jag)

(Freeze, ay)

Somebody bring me back the money please, hey

I got a million ways to get it, choose one

Hey, 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

Jag on some blessed shit, rookie out the West shit

Reckless, rollin' with a East Coast vet is

Larceny, yes, that's who I'm cutting cheques with

Cats act a fool and I'ma let the hex spit

Listen up, check this, he was on some next shit

I was doin' drops on the block playin' Tetris

Shinin' ****, E-Class, diamonds in my necklace

Courtesy of cash, he got Jag in the net shit

I ain't talkin' web homes, I was talkin' jet shit

Room full of goons, man, I ain't the one to F with

Grimey and I'm cookin' on some chef shit, got a bitch Nicki

Think she Minaj, I call her my bestest

Never had a Benz, never had a Lexus

First car was a Jag, I pass into sections

Yellin' out **** run this like I'm sexist

Jag is a beast get the message, ****, hit the exit

Somebody bring me back the money please, hey

I got a million ways to get it, choose one

Hey, 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

I just signed a new deal, I had to get my shit straight

If you want to own cash, buy my old mixtapes

Yeah, I used to flip weight, I was tryin' to get cake

All freeze, small heads, paper with the big face

That's why I get face from chicks till they lips ache

Never fucked ya bitch face, she know how my dick taste

I ate of Swiss plate, but changed my direction

Now my chain so bright it could change my complexion

The game had me stressin', but now I'm an owner

I own my own company 'cause, man, I'm a grown up

I used to get Luv from standin' on the corners

Now, I'm in the booth with my hand on my cajones

My homie said my head bigger then ya man, Homer's

Exactly, but I'm not a sucker like Maggie

I play my part and get (D'oh) like Bart daddy

I know where the money at, I keep money comin' back

(Damn, that shit was dope)