Hot Damn - Clipse, Ab-Liva, Pharrell Williams

Now they saying we too harsh!

New verses, please!

C’mon!

Hot damn!

It’s a new day!

Hot damn!

But them boys want the (money man)

Hooooouuuuuu, hooooouuuuuu

Hooooouuuuuu (What you say, what you say)

Hot damn!

My, how the boy’s grown

From roaming low-income 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 'em, y’all stand cheer for him

Got up out the game and overcame, let’s hear it for him

Keep a new toy, so I wonder how could

I not enjoy life, I’m reliving 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 mils, motherfucker, and I ain’t stutter

Bittersweet, my life’s a musical

From holding nose to rose gold, the Lord’s beautiful

Before him I’m too shamed to show my face

But shit’s so mean can’t help but to fall from grace, motherfucker

Hot damn!

It’s a new day!

Hot damn!

But them boys want the (money man)

Hooooouuuuuu, hooooouuuuuu

Hooooouuuuuu (What you say, what you say)

Hot damn!

Hot damn, when the white 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 wondering

(Wondering) 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, the music they’re making a king

I’m simply building my mink, a million men marching like Khan

The King Kong of verse, making the world sing

My heart’s on the sleeve for dark faces just like mine

Peeking through bars, hoping the sun shines on 'em

But you still got to watch the phonies

Watch your homies, we (*gunshots*) got you homie

Hot damn!

It’s a new day!

Hot damn!

But them boys want the (money man)

Hooooouuuuuu, hooooouuuuuu

Hooooouuuuuu (What you say, what you say)

Hot damn!

Yuugh, handled 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

Then he who holds Os like Krispy Kreme’s oven

Or Easy Bake, pink Dibis make

The Presidential look like strawberry shortcake, P

(Imagine that Rolls Royce crashed and me unscratched

In that Billionaire Boy’s Club fashion

Uh, you niggas is clones I hand out styles

Like ice cream cones, the fuck outta here) That’s for real

My gats is real, SL 5 is lookin like the Batmobile

Chrome lips with the matching wheels, uh

Both chains probably match your deal

Y’all dudes is an act for real, Pusha

Hot damn!

It’s a new day!

Hot damn!

But them boys want the (money man)

Hooooouuuuuu, hooooouuuuuu

Hooooouuuuuu (What you say, what you say)

Hot damn!

Neither the sun or 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 you call a destructive warpath

It’ll be shell showers in today’s forecast, you a gangsta?

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 woulda' been took that

That skinny stack in your pocket, I woulda been shook that

In this world you gotta watch it, I’m hear to warn you

Cats turned informant, over snow wrapped in wax

My son’s home cryin', don’t give me no slack

Just put the motherfucking 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 and push

Hot damn!

It’s a new day!

Hot damn!

But them boys want the (money man)

Hooooouuuuuu, hooooouuuuuu

Hooooouuuuuu (What you say, what you say)

Hot damn!