![]() ![]() On to the next one, somebody call the waitressīaby, I'm a boss, I don't know what they doĪlways knew it'd be like this when I was in the kitchen You gonna have another drink or you just gonna babysit? So I switched gold bottles on to that Spade shit I used to drink Cristal, them fuckers racist Gotta keep it fresh, girl, even when we sexin'īut don't be mad at him when he's on to the next oneįuck a throwback jersey 'cause we on to the next oneĪnd niggas don't be mad 'cause it's all about progression ![]() No I'm not a Jonas Brother, I'm a grown upĬan't be scared to fail, searchin' perfection Now I rock a Teller suit, lookin' like a owner Used to rock a throwback, ballin' on the corner ![]() Now a nigga wrist match the status of my records Traded in the gold for the platinum Rolex's Niggas make the same shit, me I make "The Blueprints"Įvery year since, I been on that next shit Niggas stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it movin' Niggas want my old shit, buy my old album Hov' on that new shit, niggaz like, "How come?" Somebody bring me back some money please, hey I got a million ways to get it, choose one ![]()
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