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

Mother$#&@er 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, mother$#&@er

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 ^!$$%s is clones, I hand out styles like ice cream cones
Get the $#&@ 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 mother$#&@ing 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