Hot Damn (老天) - Pharrell Williams (法瑞尔·威廉姆斯)
Hot d**n
It's a new day
Hot d**n
But them boys want the money man
Hot d**n
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 sh*t's so mean I can't help
But to fall from grace
Motherf**ker
Hot d**n
It's a new day
Hot d**n
But them boys want the money man
Hot
D**n 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
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
I'm making mix martial like condom
My 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 d**n
It's a new day
Hot d**n
But them boys want the money man
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
You niggas is clones
I hand out styles like ice cream cones
The f**k outta here
That's pha real my gats is real
Sl5 is lookin' like the batmobile
Chrome lids with the matching wheels
Both chains probably match ya deal
Y'all dudes is an act fa real pusha
Hot d**n
It's a new day
Hot d**n
But them boys want the money man
Neither the sun or death can be looked at
That's what an og 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 d**n
It's a new day
Hot d**n
But them boys want the money man