On To The Next One
Cassidy
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Somebody bring me back the money please
I got a million ways to get it
Choose one
Aye, bring it back
And 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
Jag on some best shit, rookie of the west shit
Reckless, rolling with an east coast vet, it's
Larceny, yes that's who I'm cutting checks with
Cats act foul with me, I'mma let the heck spit
Listen up, check this, he was on some next shit
I was doing drops on the block playing Tetris
Shine a nigga E-class, diamonds in my necklace
Courtesy of Cass, he got Jag in the net shit
I ain't talking web homes, I was talking jet shit
Room full of goons, man I ain't the one to F with
Grimmy and I'm cooking on some chef shit
Got a bitch Nicki thick as Minaj, I call her my bestest
Never had a Benz, never had a Lexus
First car was a Jag, I pass in the section
Yelling out niggas run this like I'm sexist
Jag is a beast, get the message, nigga hit the exit
Somebody bring me back the money please
I got a million ways to get it
Choose one
Aye, bring it back
And 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
I just signed a new deal, I had to get my shit straight
If you want the old Cass, buy my old mixtapes
Yeah I used to flip weight, I was trying to get cake
All bread, small heads, paper with the big face
That's why I get face from chicks 'til they lips ache
Yup I fucked your bitch face, she know how my dick taste
I ate off Swizz' plate but changed my direction
Now my chain so bright it could change my complexion
The game had me stressing, but now I'm an owner
I own my own company cause man I'm a grown up
I used to get loot from standing on the corners
Now I'm in the booth with my hand on my cajones
My homies say my head bigger than your 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 coming back