Hot Damn (Club Mix) (Club Mix|Explicit)

Hot Damn (Club Mix|Explicit) - Clipse/Ab-Liva/Pharrell Williams/Rosco P. Coldchain

Now they saying we're too harsh

New verses please c'mon

Hot damn

It's a new day

Hot damn

But them boys want the money man

What you say what you say

Hot damn

My how the boy's grown

From roaming low-income homes

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 him

Got up out the game and overcame let's hear it for him

Keep a new toy so I wonder how could

I not enjoy life I'm reliving my childhood

Big chain monster whip game bonkers

Monster truck remind him of Tonka

Diamond F color plush gold still gutter

My deal is in the mils motherf**ker

And I ain't stutter

Bittersweet my life's a musical

From holding nose to rose gold the Lord's beautiful

Before him I'm too shamed to show my face

But sh*t's so mean

Can't help but to fall from grace motherf**ker

Hot damn

It's a new day

Hot damn

But them boys want the money man

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 hustlin' thing

The man the music they're making a king

I'm simply building my mink

A million men marching like Martin Luther King

The King Kong of verse making the world sing

My heart's on the sleeve for dark faces just like mine

Peeking through bars hoping the sun shines on 'em

But you still got to watch the phonies

Watch your homies we got you homie

Hot damn

It's a new day

Hot damn

But them boys want the money man

Handled the rock like none other

Wrist over the stove head under the cupboard

In the kitchen 'til 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 Os like Krispy Kreme's oven

Or Easy Bake pink divies make

The Presidential look like strawberry shortcake P

Imagine that Rolls Royce crashed and me unscratched

In that Billionaire Boy's Club fashion

Uh you niggas is clones

I hand out styles like ice cream cones

The f**k outta here

That's for real my gats is real

SL 5 is lookin' like the Batmobile

Chrome lips with the matching wheels

Both chains probably match your deal

Y'all dudes is an act for real Pusha

Hot damn

It's a new day

Hot damn

But them boys want the money man

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

On 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 genuine because if they was

I'm nice with 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 you

Cats turned informant over snow wrapped in wax

My son's home cryin' don't give me no slack

Just put the motherf**king 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

Hot damn

It's a new day

Hot damn

But them boys want the money man

Hot damn