Lyrics:

f/ Ab Liva, Clipse, Rosco P. Coldchain



[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!