Malice saying we to hot New verses please C'mon! Hot Damn, its a new day Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man) Hooooo, hooooo Hooooo, 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 'nother 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 over came Lets hear it for him Keep a new toy so I wonder how good I'm not enjoying life I'm reliving my childhood Big chain monster, whip game bonkers Monster truck remind him of tonka Diamond M colour plush gold still gutter My deal is in the meals, Motherfucker and I ain't stutter Bitter sweet, my life's a musical From holding nose to roles gold The lords 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, its 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 (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 built 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
Written by: CHAD HUGO, GENE THORNTON, PHARRELL WILLIAMS, TERRENCE THORNTON
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