Cot Damn

[Chorus - Pharrell]

Cot' damn, it's a new day

Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money

Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo

Cot' damn

[Verse 1 - Malice]

Uh, they just 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 nothin' 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 niggas that 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 bitch I'm liable to splatter ya shit

Light up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and shit

Watch how them hollows straight, ravel ya shit

And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shit

That's not me, I'm all at home wit the chrome

Or that play wit the yay, moving 12 for a zone, I'm gone

[Chorus - Pharrell]

Cot' damn, it's a new day

Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money

[Verse 2 - Ab-Liva]

God damn, when that white hits the pen and

Comes back hard, I can account for every gram and

The streets molded the man I am

The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, go-rilla

Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame

I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'ma toss 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

Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you

Nigga told, they breaking my heart on the streets so

Watch the phonies, watch ya homies

We pop, pop, drop you homey

[Chorus - Pharrell]

Cot' damn, it's a new day

Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money

[Verse 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 Curtis Mayfield's music

(Are you a pusher), damn right, I treat ya nose to hook ya

And only pull back to cook ya, partner

[Chorus - Pharrell]

Cot' damn, it's a new day

Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money

[Verse 4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain]

I been if I die of starvation, things is fucked 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

Lee watch you see the situation be corrected

You know happens, why must I be 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 nigga fighting crime, go ahead and tell the police

Cause every move you make

I'ma throw a slug, and hope you choke blood

Nigga 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 niggas talking gibberish

Ground beef, I deliver it, you cock the mineral shirt, for certain

Live in the living room, searching to hurting you

[Chorus - Pharrell]

Cot' damn, it's a new day

Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money

Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo

Cot' damn