Hot Damn

Ned is sayin' we too harsh! New verses, please!
C'mon!

Hot damn, it's a new day!
Hot damn, but them boys want the— (Money, man)
Uh-huh
Whoo! (Of course)
Whoo! (Yeah)
Whoo! (What you say, what you say?)
Hot damn!

My, how the boy's grown
From roamin' low-income homes to homes of his own

No catchin' up, he's in a whole 'nother zone
Still true to his roots, stay close to the fume
Haters stay clear of him, y'all stand cheer for him
Got up out the game and overcame, let's hear it for him
Peep a new toy, so I wonder how could
I not enjoy life? I'm relivin' 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 mills, motherfucker, and I ain't stutter

Bittersweet, my life's a musical
From holdin' nose to rose gold, the Lord's beautiful
Before him, I'm too shame to show my face
But she ain't so mean, can't help but to fall from grace

Hot damn, it's a new day!
Hot damn, but them boys want the— (Money, man)

Hot damn! When that weed 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 wonderin'
(Wonderin') What happened to that boy?

Six maneuver, how'd I slip into that toy?
Is it the pimp, the crook, the hustler thing?
The man that music done made into king
I'm simply buildin' my mink, a million men marchin'
Like Khan, I'm the King Kong of verse, makin' the world sing
My heart's on a sleeve for dark faces just like mine
Peekin' through bars, hopin' the sun shines on 'em
But you still got to watch the phonies
Watch your homies be— -gunshots- 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 '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

Than he who holds O's like Krispy Kreme's oven
Or Easy-Bake, pink VV's make (Uh, uh)
The presidential look like strawberry shortcake, P!
Imagine that Rolls Royce crashed in, me unscratched in
That Billionaire Boys Club fashion, uh
You niggas is clones, I hand out styles like ice cream cones
The fuck outta here
That's for real, my niggas is real

SL5 is lookin' like the Batmobile
Chrome lips with the matchin' wheel, uh
Both chains probably match your 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)

"Neither the sun nor death can be looked at," that's what a OG told me
That was the exact moment I decided to take a pack
And if you owe me and if I decided to take it back

It wasn't nicely, expect Roscoe to put you back in place
I'm on what you call a destructive warpath
It'll be shower showers in today's forecast

You a gangster? I can't tell
Your diamonds don't glimmer when the
Light hit it, those jewels aren't genuine
Because if they was, I'm nice with it, I would've been took that
That skinny stack in your pocket, I would've been shook that
In this world, you gotta watch it, I'm here to warn ya
Cats turn informer over cheddar wrapped in wax
My son's home cryin', don't give me no slack
Nigga, just put the motherfuckin' 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, yeah

Hot damn, it's a new day!
Hot damn, but them boys want the— (Money, man)

Whoo!
Whoo! (Yeah)
Whoo!
Hot damn!