[Chorus - Pharrel]
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Hot Damn, its a new day
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Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man)
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hooooo, hooooo
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hooooo, Hot Damn
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[Verse 1 - Malice]
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My how the boys grow?
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From roaming low into homes
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To homes of his own
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No catching up he's in a whole nother zone
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Still true to his roots
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Stay close to the chrome
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Haters stay clear of him
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Ya'll stay in cheer for him
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Got up out the game and over came
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Lets hear it for him
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Keep a new toy so I wonder how good
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Im not enjoying life im reliving my childhood
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Big chain monster, whip game bonkers
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Monster truck remind him of tonka
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Diamond M colour plush gold still gutter
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My deal is in the mills,
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Motherfucker and I aint stutter
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Bitter sweet, my lifes a musical
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From holding nose to roles gold
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The lords beautiful
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Before him im to shame to show my face
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But shes so mean can't help but to fall off the race
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Motherfucker
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[Chorus - Pharrel]
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Hot Damn, its a new day
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Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man)
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[Verse 2 - Ab-Liva]
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Hot Damn, when the white hit the pen it
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Twist and it tumbles, it
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Flips and it fumbles, I
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Mix it like gumbo, I
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Pitch it so suttle, I
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Keep hustle so pother feds I got'em wondering (wondering)
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What happened to that boy?
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Six maneuver, how to slip into that toy
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Is it the pimp the crook a hustler thing?
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The man the music the making the king
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Constantly builded by me
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A million men marching like Calling them the king kong
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The verse making the world sing
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My hearts on the sleeve-a
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ya'll basically just like my opinion
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The bars hoping the sun shines on them
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But you still gotta watch the phonies
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Watch your homies, we (*gunshots) got you homie
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[Chorus - Pharrel]
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Hot Damn, its a new day
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Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man)
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[Verse 3 - Pusha T]
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Ugh... Handle the rock like none other
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Wrist over the stove, head under the cubbard
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In the kitchen 'til the fume make me feel smothered
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The way it melt fiends can't believe its not butter
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The way it melt he won't cop from non-other
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The he who hoes O's like crispy creams oven
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Or easy bake, pink D.V's make
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The presidential look like strawberry shortcake
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P?
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[Pharrel]
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Imagine that royals royce crashed it
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we unscratched in, that billionaire boys club fashion, ugh
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You niggas is clones,
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I hand out styles like ice cream cones
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get the fuck out'a here
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[Pusha T]
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Thats for real, my gats is real
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SL5 is looking like the batmobile
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Chrome lips with the matching wheel, ugh
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Both chains probably match a deal
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Ya'll dudes is a act for real
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Pusha
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[Chorus - Pharrel]
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Hot Damn, its a new day
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Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man)
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[Verse 4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain]
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You either salute deaf cause you looked at
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Thats what a old G told me
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That was the exact moment I decided to take a pact
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And if you owed me and if I decided to take it back
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It wasn't nicely expect Roscoe to put you back in place
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Im what you call a destructive war path
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It will be shell showers in todays forcast
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You a gangsta? I can't tell
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Your diamonds don't blimmen when the light hit it
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Those jewels arn't genuine, because if it was
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I'm nice with it, I would have been took that
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That skin stacked in your pocket i would have been shook that
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And this world you gotta watch it, im here to warn ya
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Cats turn informa, over snow wrapped and wags
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My sons' home crying dont give me no slack
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Just put the mutherfucking money in the bag
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These words have been said as I hide behind glove and mask
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Coldchain's not your typical crook
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Im being watched, look at the camera linens in the bush
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[Chorus - Pharrel]
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Hot Damn, its a new day
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Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man)
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hooooo, hooooo
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hooooo, Hot Damn
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Hot Damn
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Featuring Ab-Liva, Pharrell & Rosco P. Coldchain |