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(feat. 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 Letras de cancionesBitter 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! From Letras Mania