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[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!
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