Malice saying we too hot   New verses please, c'mon      Hot damn, it's a new day   Hot damn, but them boys want the money man   Hoo, hoo, hoo, hot damn      My how the boys grow?   From roaming low into 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 him   Y'all stay in cheer for him   Got up out the game and overcame   Let's hear it for him      Keep a new toy so I wonder how good   I'm not enjoying life I'm re-living my childhood   Big chain monster, whip game bonkers   Monster truck remind him of Tonka      Diamond M color plush gold still gutter   My deal is in the mills   Motherfucker and I ain't stutter   Bitter sweet, my life's a musical      From holding nose to roles gold   The Lord's beautiful   Before him I'm to shame to show my face   But she's so mean, can't help but to fall off the race, motherfucker      Hot damn, it's a new day   Hot damn, but them boys want the money man      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 subtle   I keep hustle so pother feds I got 'em 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      Y'all basically just like my opinion   The bars hoping the sun shines on them   But you still gotta 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      Ugh, handle the rock like none other   Wrist 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 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?      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      That's for real, my gats is real   SL5 is looking like the Bat Mobile   Chrome lips with the matching wheel, ugh   Both chains probably match a deal   Y'all dudes is a act for real pusha      Hot damn, it's a new day   Hot damn, but them boys want the money man      You either salute deaf, 'cause you looked at   That's 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   I'm what you call a destructive war path   It will be shell showers in today's forecast   You a gangsta? I can't tell      Your diamonds don't blimmen when the light hit it   Those jewels aren'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, I'm here to warn ya   Cats turn informal, over snow wrapped and wags      My son's home, crying, don't give me no slack   Just put the motherfucking money in the bag   These words have been said as I hide behind glove and mask   Coldchain's not your typical crook   I'm being watched, look at the camera linens in the bush      Hot damn, it's a new day   Hot damn, but them boys want the money man   Hoo, hoo, hoo, hot damn