(Chorus - Pharrell)
hot damnit s a new day
hot damnbut the nigga wanted money
Hoooohoooohoooo
Hot damn

(Verse 1 - Malice)
They juss can t understand or phathom my demeanor
Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninas
Out of twoClipse they say Malice the meanest
Got love for guns and cainelet nuttin come between us
You miss took me for a rapper huh
Well that makes me an actorcause I would rather clap a gun
And buck on them niggas who hate
Who wanna be in my shoeslive my lifebut can t carry my weight
I understand that the envy is part of the game
But make no mistakeyou and Iwe are not the same
Naw bitch I m liable to splatter ya shit
Light up ya world til you start to stagger and shit
Watch how them hollows straightrattle ya shit
And I leave it to y allto freestyle and battle and shit
That s not meI m more at home wit the chrome
Or that play wit the yaymoving 12 for a zoneI m gone

(Chorus - Pharrell)
hot damnit s a new day
hot damnbut the nigga wanted money

(Verse 2 - Ab-Liva)
God damnwhen that white hits the PAN AND
Comes back hardI can account for every GRAM AND
The streets molded the man I am
The pimpthe hustlerthe crookthe killergo-rilla
Traits of a blow dealercost my fame
I hustleI m richblow scrillaI M THE TORCH thatcarry the game
The flame I throwcrack change came from blowpush the O s
Six lay closehug the streetsI hug the beatchange flows
Thug the streetsmy love is deepmy pain shows
My hearts on a sleeve-a
Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you
Nigga toldthey breaking my heart on the streets so
Watch the phonieswatch ya homies
We poppopDROP you homie

(Chorus - Pharrell)
hot damnit s a new day
hot damnbut the nigga wanted money

[Verse 3 - Pusha T and (Pharrell)]
They call me Pusha for one reason
Cause I keep that sniff all seasons
Whether the price is up or down
I keep a mound to pitch fromyou don t have to shop around
When it come to the moneyI get stealth
Three guns is fortuneand I don t mind sharing wealth
DogI know about my lifeI been around the world thrice times
I mean what I sayfrom that Panama sunthe French chanzalize
Grind so deep-rootedI can t turn away
The sell base is nowsomewhat therapeutic
Hear what I sayplease don t confuse it
My verses heallike Curt Mayfield s music
(Are you pusha)damn rightI treat ya nose to hook ya
And only pull back to cook yapartner

(Chorus - Pharrell)
hot damnit s a new day
hot damnbut the nigga wanted money

(Verse 4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain)
I been if I die of starvationthings is fucked up as is
So I bangs my cab-bage
Do you not know the most affective way of gettin money
Pull yo gunra-pid
LEAVE and watch you see the situation be corrected
Lord Heavenswhy must I live so devilish
They say whatcha do comes back on you two times
I shoulda been diedbut I m still walking around wit two nines
Who wants to be a millionairemeand you ain t got no more life lines
You a snitch nigga fighting crimego ahead and tell the police
Cause every move you makeI ma throw a slugand hope you choke blood
Nigga on every breath you take
Not to be brokecause Coldchain fate witness
Naturally spitting from mehearing the gatfield to the limit
Head to the menaceloud niggas talking gibberish
Ground beefI deliver ityou cock the mineral shirtfor certain
Live in the living roomsearching to hurting you

(Chorus - Pharrell)
hot damnit s a new day
hot damnbut the nigga wanted money
Hoooohoooohoooo
hot damn

(Skit at end of the track begins)

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