i dont freestyle i gotta write this shit to good to let down, so im lettin up. money a motivation. i been fly call my shit aviation you stuck like station your bitch got her in missionary hope your salary half of my vocabulary im killin like a hungry hippo sip slow get gold no thrown can sit stationary next bill on my mind no time . im fuckin em like Heimlich maneuver, who got the truth like booth comfort ? me no last resort i flip like contortionist leave haters in piss cuz they missed the shit
Clean lyrics to the song: [Intro] Under the spot, under the spot 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 [Verse 1] Hov' on that new song, bruddas like "How come?" Bruddas want my old songs, buy my old albums Fellas stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it movin' They make the same tracks, me I make The Blueprint Came in the Range, hopped out the Lexus Every year since, I been on that next one Traded in the gold for the platinum Rolexes Now you know my 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 [deleted] I move onward, the only direction Can't be scared to fail in search of perfection Gotta keep it fresh girl, even when we [deleted] But 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, now double your money and make it 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 some money please [Verse 2] Skip a throwback jersey 'cause we onto the next one And cut that auto-tune cause we on to the next track And fellas don't be mad, cause it’s all about progression Loiterers should be arrested I used to drink Cristal, them mother lovers racist So I switched gold bottles on to that spaceship You gon’ have another drink on 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 be like this when I was in the kitchen Fellas in the same spot me I'm dodging raindrops Meaning I'm on vacay chilling on the big yacht Yeah I got on flip-flops white Louis boat shoes Y’all should grow the hell up c’mere let me coach you (Repeat Chorus) [Verse 3] Big Pimpin in the house now Bought the land and tore the damn house down Bought the car and tore the damn roof off Ride clean I don’t ever take the shoes off Bought the Jeep and tore the damn doors off Foot out that [deleted] ride the van like a skateboard Navigation on tryna find my next thrill Feeling 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 I don't know why they worry bout my pockets Meanwhile I had Oprah chilling in the projects Had her out in BedStuy chilling on the steps Drinking 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 (Repeat Chorus)
Money stack build bust. Im the new "awsome" chains on my hands like they goldie wrist locks! Im hotter than your hotspot, brake the cashing machine just to hit the jackpot,
![[NO TAGS] Clique Instrumental (+Intro w/o Hook)](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/FREbhKeVCtk/mqdefault.jpg)
i dont freestyle i gotta write this shit to good to let down, so im lettin up. money a motivation. i been fly call my shit aviation you stuck like station
your bitch got her in missionary hope your salary half of my vocabulary im killin like a hungry hippo sip slow get gold no thrown can sit stationary next bill on my mind no time . im fuckin em like Heimlich maneuver, who got the truth like booth comfort ? me no last resort i flip like contortionist leave haters in piss cuz they missed the shit
Clean lyrics to the song:
[Intro]
Under the spot, under the spot
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
[Verse 1]
Hov' on that new song, bruddas like "How come?"
Bruddas want my old songs, buy my old albums
Fellas stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it movin'
They make the same tracks, me I make The Blueprint
Came in the Range, hopped out the Lexus
Every year since, I been on that next one
Traded in the gold for the platinum Rolexes
Now you know my 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 [deleted]
I move onward, the only direction
Can't be scared to fail in search of perfection
Gotta keep it fresh girl, even when we [deleted]
But 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, now double your money and make it 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 some money please
[Verse 2]
Skip a throwback jersey 'cause we onto the next one
And cut that auto-tune cause we on to the next track
And fellas don't be mad, cause it’s all about progression
Loiterers should be arrested
I used to drink Cristal, them mother lovers racist
So I switched gold bottles on to that spaceship
You gon’ have another drink on 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 be like this when I was in the kitchen
Fellas in the same spot me I'm dodging raindrops
Meaning I'm on vacay chilling on the big yacht
Yeah I got on flip-flops white Louis boat shoes
Y’all should grow the hell up c’mere let me coach you
(Repeat Chorus)
[Verse 3]
Big Pimpin in the house now
Bought the land and tore the damn house down
Bought the car and tore the damn roof off
Ride clean I don’t ever take the shoes off
Bought the Jeep and tore the damn doors off
Foot out that [deleted] ride the van like a skateboard
Navigation on tryna find my next thrill
Feeling 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
I don't know why they worry bout my pockets
Meanwhile I had Oprah chilling in the projects
Had her out in BedStuy chilling on the steps
Drinking 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
(Repeat Chorus)
puppet of the big one take it how you will than break it overlapped my tracks no clues so shake it
Money stack build bust. Im the new "awsome" chains on my hands like they goldie wrist locks!
Im hotter than your hotspot, brake the cashing machine just to hit the jackpot,
how do i download it i keeps bringin me to sumthin else
I always thought it sounded like bong and a blitz
Jay makes good beats but I don't like him
Love this beat fun freestyle
Sounds like rr to the limit
swizz beats made this beat
bombs and a knife?
Ball skrillex!!!
its the shit
Boss intelect!!!
This song is beast and mad fun to freestyle with!!
pop mollies everynight*