[Intro - Pharrell]
Now they saying we`re too harsh
New verses please, c`mon
[Chorus - Pharrell] + (Malice)
Hot damn! it`s a new day!
Hot damn! but them boys want the (RPC: money man)
Hooooouuuuuu (uh huh) Hooooouuuuuu (of corse)
Hooooouuuuuu (`fore you say, what you say)
Hot damn!
[Verse 1 - Malice]
My how the boys roam
From roaming, loc, and come home, to homes of his own
No catching up he`s in a whole another zone
Still true to his roots, stay close to the chrome
Haters stay clear of `em, y`all stand cheer for `em
Got up out the game and overcame, let`s hear it for `em
Keep a new toy so I wonder how could
I not enjoy life I`m reliving my childhood
Big chain monsta, wit game bonkas
Monster truck remind him of Tonka
Diamond F color, plush gold still gutter
My deal is in the mil`s motherfuck` and I ain`t studder
Bitter sweet, my life`s a musical
From holding nose to Bose Gold, the Lord`s beautiful
Before him I`m too shamed to show my face
But shit`s so mean I can`t help but to fall from grace, motherfucker
[Chorus - Pharrell] + (Rosco P.)
Hot damn! it`s a new day!
Hot damn! but them boys want the (Money man)
[Verse 2 - Ab Liva]
Hot, damn, when the white hit the pan it
Twists and it tumbles it, flips and it fumbles, I
Mix it like Gumbo, I, pitch it so subtle, I
Keep hustlers puzzled, Feds I got `em wondering
(Wondering) What Happened To That Boy
Six maneuver, how`d I slip into that toy
Is it the pimp, the crook, the hustling thing
The man, the music that making a king
I`m simply building my Ming
A million men marching like calling `em
The King Kong of Verse making the world sing
My heart`s on the sleeve for
Your face is just like mine
Peeking from bars hoping the sun shines on em
But you still got to watch the phonies
Watch your homies, we {*two gun shots*} got you homie!
[Chorus - Pharrell] + (Rosco P.)
Hot damn! it`s a new day!
Hot damn! but them boys want the (Money man)
[Verse 3 - Pusha T]
Uhh! handled the rock like none other
Grits over the stove, head under the cupboard
In the kitchen till the fume make me feel smothered
The way it melt fiends can`t believe it`s not butter
The way it melt he won`t cop from none other
Then he who holds O`s like Krispy Kreme`s oven
Or easy bake, pink divies make
The Presidential look like strawberry shortcake, P!
[Pharrell]
Imagine that Rolls Royce crashed in, me unscratched in
That Billionaire Boy`s Club fashion
Uh, you niggas is +Clones+
I hand out styles like ice cream cones, the fuck outta here
[Pusha T]
That`s for real, my gats is real
SL 5 is lookin like the Batmobile
Chrome lips with the matching wheels
Uh, both chains probably match ya deal
Y`all dudes is an act fa real, Pusha
[Chorus - Pharrell] + (Rosco P.)
Hot damn! it`s a new day!
Hot damn! but them boys want the (Money man)
[Verse 4 - Rosco P. Coldchain]
Neither the sun or death can be looked at, that`s what an OG told me
That was the exact moment I decided to take a pact
And if you owe me and if I decided to take it back
It wasn`t nicely expect Rosco to put you back, in place
I`m what you call a destructive warpath
It`ll be shell showers in today`s forecast
You a gangsta? I can`t tell
Your diamonds don`t glimmer when the light hit it
Those aren`t genuwine, because if they was I`m nice wit it
I woulda` been took that
That skinny stack in your pocket I woulda been shook that
In this world you gotta watch it, I`m hear to warn ya
Cats turned informant, over snow wrapped in wax
My son`s home crying, don`t give me no slack
Just put the motherfucking money in the bag
These words are being said as I hide behind glove and mask
Coldchain`s not your typical crook
I`m being watched look at the camera lens in the bush
[Chorus - Pharrell] + (Rosco P.)
Hot damn! it`s a new day!
Hot damn! but them boys want the (Money man)
Hooooouuuuuu, hooooouuuuuu
Hooooouuuuuu, hot damn!
