Cot Damn

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Cot damn It's a new day Cot damn But that nigga wanted money [Post-Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Malice] Hoo, uh, hoo, uh Hoo, uh, cot damn (Uh) [Verse 1: Malice] They just can't understand or fathom 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 mistook me for a rapper, huh? Well, that makes me an actor, 'cause I would rather clap a gun And buck on them niggas who 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 Nah, bitch, I'm liable to splatter ya shit Light up ya world 'til you start to stagger and shit Watch how them hollows straight rattle ya shit And I'll leave it to y'all to freestyle and battle and shit That's not me, I'm more at home with the chrome Or at play wit the yay, moving twelve for a zone, I'm gone [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Cot damn It's a new day Cot damn But that nigga wanted money [Verse 2: Ab-Liva] God damn, when that white hits the pan it 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, gorilla Traits of a blow dealer course my veins I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'm the torch that carry the game The flame I throw, crack change came from blow Push the Os, six lay close Hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flows Thug the streets, my love is deep, my pain shows My heart's on the sleeve, uh Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to deceit you Nigga told, they breaking my heart on the streets, so Watch the phonies, watch ya homies, we pop-pop, drop you, homie [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Cot damn It's a new day Cot damn But that nigga wanted money [Verse 3: Pusha T & 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 that money, I get stealth Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind sharing my wealth, dawg I know about life I been around the world thrice times, I mean what I say From that Panama sun to France's Champs-Élysées Grind so deep-rooted, I can't turn away To sell base is now somewhat therapeutic Hear what I say, please don't confuse it My verses heal like Curt Mayfield's music (I'm your pusha!) Damn right, I treat ya nose to hook ya And only pull back to cook ya, partner [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Cot damn It's a new day Cot damn But that nigga wanted money [Verse 4: Roscoe P. Coldchain] I'll be damned if I die from starvation, things is fucked up as is So I bangs my cabbage Do you wanna know the most effective way of gettin' money? Pull your gun rapidly, and watch, you'll see the situation be corrected Lord Heavens, why must I live so devilish? They say what you do comes back on you two times I shoulda been died, but I'm still walking around with 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's fate witness Naturally spitting from the human gat filled to the limit Here to diminish loud niggas talking gibberish You want beef? I deliver it with complimentary service For certain, live in the living room, searching and hurting you [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Cot damn It's a new day Cot damn But that nigga wanted money [Post-Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Hoo, uh, hoo, uh Hoo, uh, cot damn [Skit] Dear Diary Here I am, once again, writing you 'bout this bitch-ass nigga You know I was fuckin' with him an' all that Supposed to been a creep thang I understood about his bitch, I accepted her But then he gon' come with this bullshit You know, after I had time invested in this motherfucker He gon' tell me, you know, "Things need to change a lil' bit We need to slow down a little bit" Slow down for what? Not for that bitch! I know you not tryna slow down with me for that motherfucking raggedy-ass bitch Yo' girl this, yo' girl that Your girl is a motherfucking fake wearing all that fake-ass shit She buying out of somebody else's motherfucking truck See, one thing 'bout me, I'm an authentic bitch I put yo' motherfucking ass on And you still buy her fake motherfucking shit Her and that teeny lil'-ass motherfucking car You gon' throw some cheap-ass twenty dollar rims on that motherfucker And you think you got some-motherfucking-body? Bitch, you ain't got no motherfucking-body I showed you the motherfucking ropes I showed you how to motherfucking dress With that little bit of money That you had at that point in motherfucking time I drained yo' motherfucking ass I drained yo' motherfucking ass broke, then you— Here you gon' riding 'round in a '95 car Tryna get it souped-up to a 2002, bitch, motherfucker