[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 DamnThanks to thudord@yahoo.com