(- Pharrell)
Cot damn, it's a new day
Cot damn, but the n**a wanted money
Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo
Hot damn
(1 - Malice)
They juss can't understand or phathom my demeanor
Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninas
Out of two, Clipse they say Malice the meanest
Got love for guns and caine, let nuttin come between us
You miss took me for a rapper huh
Well that makes me an actor, cause I would rather clap a gun
And buck on them n**s who hate
Who wanna be in my shoes, live my life, but can't carry my weight
I understand that the envy is part of the game
But make no mistake, you and I, we are not the same
Naw b**h I'm liable to splatter ya s**t
Light up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and s**t
Watch how them hollows straight, rattle ya s**t
And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and s**t
That's not me, I'm more at home wit the chrome
Or that play wit the yay, moving 12 for a zone, I'm gone
(- Pharrell)
Cot damn, it's a new day
Cot damn, but the n**a wanted money
(2 - Ab-Liva)
God damn, when that white hits the PAN AND
Comes back hard, I can account for every GRAM AND
The streets molded the m**I am
The p**p, the hustler, the crook, the killer, go-rilla
Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame
I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'M THE TORCH that, carry the game
The flame I throw, crack change came from blow, push the O's
Six lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flows
Thug the streets, my love is deep, my pain shows
My hearts on a sleeve-a
N**a that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you
N**a told, they breaking my heart on the streets so
Watch the phonies, watch ya homies
We pop, pop, DROP you homie
(- Pharrell)
Cot damn, it's a new day
Cot damn, but the n**a wanted money
(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 from, you don't have to shop around
When it come to the money, I get stealth
Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind sharing wealth
Dog, I know about my life, I been around the world thrice times
I mean what I say, from that Panama sun, the French chanzalize
Grind so deep-rooted, I can't turn away
The sell base is now, somewhat therapeutic
Hear what I say, please don't confuse it
My verses heal, like Curt Mayfield's music
(Are you pusha), damn right, I treat ya nose to hook ya
And only pull back to cook ya, partner
(- Pharrell)
Cot damn, it's a new day
Cot damn, but the n**a wanted money
(4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain)
I been if I die of starvation, things is f**d up as is
So I bangs my cab-bage
Do you not know the most affective way of gettin' money
Pull yo gun, ra-pid
LEAVE and watch you see the situation be corrected
Lord Heavens, why must I live so devilish
They say whatcha do comes back on you two times
I shoulda been died, but I'm still walking around wit two nines
Who wants to be a millionaire, me, and you ain't got no more life lines
You a snitch n**a fighting crime, go ahead and tell the police
Cause every move you make, I'ma throw a slug, and hope you choke blood
N**a on every breath you take
Not to be broke, cause Coldchain fate witness
Naturally spitting from me, hearing the gat, field to the limit
Head to the menace, loud n**s talking gibberish
Ground beef, I deliver it, you c**k the mineral shirt, for certain
Live in the living room, searching to hurting you
(- Pharrell)
Cot damn, it's a new day
Cot damn, but the n**a wanted money
Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo
Cot damn
(Skit at end of the track begins)
