Hot Damn Clipse Ft Abliva Pharrell Rosco P Coldchain lyrics

[Intro - Pharrel]

Malice saying we to hot

New verses please

c`mon!



[Chorus - Pharrel]

Hot Damn, its a new day

Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man)

hooooo, hooooo

hooooo, Hot Damn



[Verse 1 - Malice]

My how the boys grow?

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 stay 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 mills,

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 off the race

Motherfucker



[Chorus - Pharrel]

Hot Damn, its a new day

Hot Damn, but them boys want the (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, but them boys want the (money man)



[Verse 3 - Pusha T]

Ugh... Handle the rock like none 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 matching 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, but them boys want the (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 blimmen when the light hit it

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 the (money man)

hooooo, hooooo

hooooo, Hot Damn
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