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