(Chorus - Pharrell) 

Cot' damn, it's a new day 

Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money 

Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo 

Cot' damn 



(Verse 1 - Malice) 

Uh, they just can't understand or phathom my demeanor 

Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninas 

Out of two, Clipse they say Malice the meanest 

Got love for guns and caine, let nothin' come between us 

You miss took me for a rapper huh 

Well that makes me an actor, cause I would rather clap a gun 

And buck on them niggas that hate 

Who wanna be in my shoes, live my life, but can't carry my weight 

I understand that the envy is part of the game 

But make no mistake, you and I, we are not the same 

Naw bitch I'm liable to splatter ya shit 

Light up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and shit 

Watch how them hollows straight, ravel ya shit 

And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shit 

That's not me, I'm all at home wit the chrome 

Or that play wit the yay, moving 12 for a zone, I'm gone 



(Chorus - Pharrell) 

Cot' damn, it's a new day 

Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money 



(Verse 2 - Ab-Liva) 

God damn, when that white hits the pen and 

Comes back hard, I can account for every gram and 

The streets molded the man I am 

The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, go-rilla 

Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame 

I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'ma toss that, carry the game 

The flame I throw, crack change came from blow, push the O's 

Six lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flows 

Thug the streets, my love is deep, my pain shows 

My hearts on a sleeve-a 

Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you 

Nigga told, they breaking my heart on the streets so 

Watch the phonies, watch ya homies 

We pop, pop, drop you homey 



(Chorus - Pharrell) 

Cot' damn, it's a new day 

Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money 



[Verse 3 - Pusha T and (Pharrell)] 

They call me Pusha for one reason 

Cause I keep that sniff all seasons 

Whether the price is up or down 

I keep a mound to pitch from, you don't have to shop around 

When it come to the money, I get stealth 

Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind sharing wealth 

Dog, I know about my life, I been around the world thrice times 

I mean what I say, from that Panama sun, the French chanzalize 

Grind so deep-rooted, I can't turn away 

The sell base is now, somewhat therapeutic 

Hear what I say, please don't confuse it 

My verses heal, like Curtis Mayfield's music 

(Are you a pusher), damn right, I treat ya nose to hook ya 

And only pull back to cook ya, partner 



(Chorus - Pharrell) 

Cot' damn, it's a new day 

Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money 



(Verse 4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain) 

I been if I die of starvation, things is fucked up as is 

So I bangs my cab-bage 

Do you not know the most affective way of gettin' money 

Pull yo gun, ra-pid 

Lee watch you see the situation be corrected 

You know happens, why must I be so devilish 

They say whatcha do comes back on you two times 

I shoulda been died, but I'm still walking around wit two nines 

Who wants to be a millionaire, me, and you ain't got no more life lines 

You a snitch nigga fighting crime, go ahead and tell the police 

Cause every move you make 

I'ma throw a slug, and hope you choke blood 

Nigga on every breath you take 

Not to be broke, cause Coldchain fate witness 

Naturally spitting from me, hearing the gat, field to the limit 

Head to the menace, loud niggas talking gibberish 

Ground beef, I deliver it, you cock the mineral shirt, for certain 

Live in the living room, searching to hurting you 



(Chorus - Pharrell) 

Cot' damn, it's a new day 

Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money 

Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo 

Cot' damn 



(Skit at end of the track begins)