[Intro - Pharrel]
Malice saying we to hot
New verses please
c`mon!
[Chorus - Pharrel]
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, what them boys want the (money man)
hooooo, hooooo
hooooo, Hot Damn
[Verse 1 - Malice]
My how the boy`s grown
From roaming low into homes
To homes of his own
No catching up he`s in a whole nother zone
Still true to his roots
Stay close to the chrome
Haters stay clear of him
Ya`ll stand in cheer for him
Got up out the game and over came
Lets hear it for him
Keep a new toy so I wonder how good
Im not enjoying life im reliving my childhood
Big chain monster, whip game bonkers
Monster truck remind him of tonka
Diamond M colour plush gold still gutter
My deal is in the meals,
Motherfucker and I aint stutter
Bitter sweet, my lifes a musical
From holding nose to roles gold
The lords beautiful
Before him im to shame to show my face
But shes so mean can`t help but to fall fom grace
Motherfucker
[Chorus - Pharrel]
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, what them boys want them (money man)
[Verse 2 - Ab-Liva]
Hot Damn, when the white hit the pen it
Twist and it tumbles, it
Flips and it fumbles, I
Mix it like gumbo, I
Pitch it so suttle, I
Keep hustle so pother feds I got`em wondering (wondering)
What happened to that boy?
Six maneuver, how to slip into that toy
Is it the pimp the crook a hustler thing?
The man the music the making the king
Constantly builded by me
A million men marching like Calling them the king kong
The verse making the world sing
My hearts on the sleeve-a
ya`ll basically just like my opinion
The bars hoping the sun shines on them
But you still gotta watch the phonies
Watch your homies, we (*gunshots) got you homie
[Chorus - Pharrel]
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, what them boys want them (money man)
[Verse 3 - Pusha T]
Uhg... Handle the rock like non other
Wrist over the stove, head under the cubbard
In the kitchen `til the fume make me feel smothered
The way it melt fiends can`t believe its not butter
The way it melt he won`t cop from non-other
The he who hoes O`s like crispy creams oven
Or easy bake, pink D.V`s make
The presidential look like strawberry shortcake
P?
[Pharrel]
Imagine that royals royce crashed it
we unscratched in, that billionaire boys club fashion, ugh
You niggas is clones,
I hand out styles like ice cream cones
get the fuck out`a here
[Pusha T]
Thats for real, my gats is real
SL5 is looking like the batmobile
Chrome lips with the matchinh wheel, ugh
Both chains probably match a deal
Ya`ll dudes is a act for real
Pusha
[Chorus - Pharrel]
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, what them boys want them (money man)
[Verse 4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain]
You either salute deaf cause you looked at
Thats what a old G told me
That was the exact moment I decided to take a pact
And if you owed me and if I decided to take it back
It wasn`t nicely expect Roscoe to put you back in place
Im what you call a destructive war path
It will be shell showers in todays forcast
You a gangsta? I can`t tell
Your diamonds don`t glimmer when the light hit
Those jewels arn`t genuine, because if it was
I`m nice with it, I would have been took that
That skin stacked in your pocket i would have been shook that
And this world you gotta watch it, im here to warn ya
Cats turn informa, over snow wrapped and wags
My sons` home crying dont give me no slack
Just put the mutherfucking money in the bag
These words have been said as I hide behind glove and mask
Coldchain`s not your typical crook
Im being watched, look at the camera linens in the bush
[Chorus - Pharrel]
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, but them boys want them (money man)
hooooo, hooooo
hooooo, Hot Damn
