Hot Damn (Club Mix) (Club Mix|Explicit)

Now, they saying we're too hot
New verses please, c'mon Malice
Hot damn, it's a new day
Hot damn, but them boys
want the money man
Uh-huh of course,
'fore you say what you say,
hot damn
My, how the boys roam,
from roaming,
Loc and come home,
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 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 re-living my childhood
Big chain monsta,
whip game bonkas
Monster truck remind him of Tonka
Diamond F color,
plush gold still gutter
My dealer's in the mills motherf**k'
and I ain't studder
Bitter sweet, my life's a musical
From holding those to Bose gold,
the Lord's beautiful
Before him I'm too shamed
to show my face
But shit's so, mean I can't help
but to fall from grace, motherf**ker
Hot damn, it's a new day
Hot damn,
but them boys want the money man
Hot damn,
when the white hit the pan it
Twists and it tumbles it,
flips and the 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 hustling thing
The man,
the music that making a king
I'm simply building my Ming
A million men marchin'
like condom [unverified]
I'm the King Kong,
my verse making the world sing
My heart's on the sleeve for
Your face is just like mine
Peeking from bars hoping
the sun shines on 'em
But, you still got to 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
Uhh, handle the rock like none other
Grits 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 none other
The he who holds
O's like Krispy Kreme's oven
Or easy bake, pink divvies make
The presidential should look like
strawberry shortcake, P
Imagine that Rolls Royce crashed in,
me unscratched in
That millionaire boys club fashion
Uh, you niggas is clones
I hand out styles like ice cream cones
the fuck outta here
That's Pha real, my gats is real
The SL5 is lookin' like the Batmobile
Chrome lids with the matching wheels
Uh, both chains
probably match ya deal
Y'all dudes is an act fa real, Pusha
Hot damn, it's a new day
Hot damn,
but them boys want the money man
Neither the sun
or death can be looked at
That's what an O.G told me
That was the exact moment
I decided to take a pact
And if you owe me
and if I decided to take it back
It wasn't nicely expect Rosco
to put you back, in place
I'm what you call a destructive warpath
It'll be a shell shower in today's forecast
You a gangsta? I can't tell
You diamonds don't glimmer
when the light hit it
Those jewels aren't genuine,
'cause 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 ya
Cats turned informant,
over snow wrapped in wax
My son's home crying,
don't give me no slack
Just put the motherf**king
money in the bag
These words are being said
as I hide behind glove and mask
Coat change not your typical crook
I'm being watched look
at the camera lens in the bush
Hot damn, it's a new day
Hot damn,
but them boys want the money man