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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ab-Liva
Vocals
Pharrell Williams
Vocals
Rosco P. Coldchain
Vocals
No Malice
Vocals
Pusha T
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pharrell Williams
Songwriter
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
C.Hugo
Songwriter
Gene Thornton
Songwriter
Terrence Thornton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Neptunes
Producer
Phil Tan
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Coleman
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Man is saying we too hot
New verses, please
Come on
[Verse 2]
Hot damn
It's a new day
Hot damn
What them boys want them (Money man)
What you say? What you say?
Hot damn
[Verse 3]
My how the boy's grown
From roaming, loading 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
[Verse 4]
Haters stay clear of him, y'all stay and cheer for 'em
Got up out the game and overcame, let's hear it for him
Keep a new toy, so I wonder how good
I'm not enjoy life, I'm reliving my childhood
[Verse 5]
Big chain monster with game bonkers
Monster truck from my him and Tonka
Diamond F color, blush gold, still gutter
My deal is in the mills, motherfucker, and I ain't stutter
[Verse 6]
Bitter sweet, my life's a musical
From holding O's to rose gold, the Lord's beautiful
Before Him, I'm too shamed to show my face
But she so mean, can't help but to fall from grace
Motherfucker
[Verse 7]
Hot damn
It's a new day
Hot damn
What them boys want them (Money man)
[Verse 8]
Hot damn
When that white hit the pan and
Twists and it tumbles it, flip and it fumbles, I
Mix it like gumbo, I pitch it so subtle
I keep hustle puzzle feds, I gotta wondering
[Verse 9]
What happened to that boy?
Six maneuver, had to slip into that toy
Is it a pimp, a crook, a hustler thing?
The man to need it to making a king
[Verse 10]
I'm simply building my ming
A million man march, like condom to king conga
First making the world sing
My heart's on my sleeve for dog just like mine
Picking through boss, hoping the sun shines on 'em
But you still gotta watch the phonies, watch your homies
We got you, homie
[Verse 11]
Hot damn
It's a new day
Hot damn
What them boys want them (Money man)
[Verse 12]
Handle the rock like none other
Reach over the stove, head under the cover
In the kitchen to the fume, make me feel smothered
The way it melt, fiends can't believe it's not butter
[Verse 13]
The way it melt, he won't cop from none other
Then he who holds O's like Krispy Kreme's oven
Or EZ-Bake, pink bebe's make
The presidential look like strawberry shortcake
[Verse 14]
Imagine that Rolls Royce crashed and me unscratched
In that billionaire boys club fashion
You **** is clones
I hand out styles like ice cream cones, the fuck outta here
[Verse 15]
That's for real, my gats is real
SL5 is looking like the Batmobile
Chrome lips with the matching wheel, uh
Both chains probably match your deal
Y'all dudes is a act for real, pusher
[Verse 16]
Hot damn
It's a new day
Hot damn
What them boys want them (Money man)
[Verse 17]
Neither the sun nor 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 owed me and if I decided to take it back
It wasn't nicely, I expect Roscoe to put you back in place
[Verse 18]
I'm what you call a destructive war path
It'll be shell showers in today's forecast
You a gangster, I can't tell
Your diamonds don't blinging when the light hit it
Those jewels aren't genuine because if they was, I'm nice with it
[Verse 19]
I woulda been took bad
That skinny stack in your pocket, I woulda been shook bad
In this world, you gotta watch it
I'm here to warn you, cats turn informer
Over snow wrapped in wax
[Verse 20]
My son's home crying, 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
Cold chains, not your typical crook
I'm being watched, look at the camera lens and push
[Verse 21]
Hot damn
It's a new day
Hot damn
What them boys want them (Money man)
[Verse 22]
Hot damn
Written by: Birdman, Chad Hugo, No Malice, Pharrell Williams, Pusha T