I got a million ways to get it Choose one Hey, bring it back Now double your money and make it 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 Somebody bring me back the money please Hold 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 blu-ray Came in the range Hopped out the Lexus Every year since I've 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 telesuit 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 Search of affection Gotta keep it fresh Even when we sexin' But don't be mad at him When it's on to the next one Somebody bring me back the money please I got a million ways to get it Choose one Bring it back Now double your money And make it stack On to the next one On to the next On to the next On to the next On to the next On to the next On to the next On to the next On to the next On to the next Hold up Somebody bring me back the money please 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 switch gold bottles On to that spaceship You gon' have another drink Or you just gon' babysit On to the next one Somebody call a waitress Baby I'm a boss I don't know what they do I don't give drops 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 dodging raindrops Meaning I'm on vacay Chillin' on the big yacht Yeah I got on flip flops White Louis boat shoes Y'all should grow the fuck up Come here let me coach you Hold up Freeze Somebody bring me back the money please I got a million ways to get it Choose one Ayy 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 I'm on to the next one Hold up Freeze Somebody bring me back the money please 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 never take the shoes off Bought the Jeep Tore the motherfuckin' doors off Put out that bitch Ride this shit like a skateboard Navigation on Tryin' to find my next thrill Feelin' myself I don't even need a 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 worried about my pockets Meanwhile I had Obe chillin' in the projects Had to out in Bed-Stuy Chillin' on the steps Drinkin' quarter waters I gotta be the best MJ at Summer Jam Obama on the text Y'all should be afraid Of what I'm gon' do next Hold up Freeze Somebody bring me back the money please I got a million ways to get it Choose one Aye Bring it back Now double your money and make a stack I'm on to the next one Hold up Somebody bring me back the money please