Hot Damn lyrics

f/ 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

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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