[Intro - Pharrell]
Now they saying we're too harsh
New verses please, c'mon

[Hook]
Hot [bad word] It's a new day!
Hot [bad word] But them boys want the money man)
Hooooouuuuuu
Hooooouuuuuu
Hooooouuuuuu
What you say, what you say
Hot [bad word] 

[Verse 1 - Malice]
My, how the boy's grown
From roaming [bad word] homes
To homes of his own
No catching up, he's in a whole another zone
Still [bad word] to his roots, stay close to the chrome
Haters stay clear of 'em, 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 reliving my childhood
Big chain monster, whip game bonkers
Monster [bad word]  remind him of Tonka
Diamond color, plush gold still gutter
My deal is in the mils, [bad word] And I ain't stutter
Bittersweet, my life's a musical
From holding nose to rose gold, the Lord's beautiful
Before him I'm too shamed to show my face
But [bad word] s so mean
Can't help but to fall from grace, [bad word] 
[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Liva]
Hot [bad word]  when the white hit the pan it
Twists and it tumbles it, flips and it fumbles
I mix it like gumbo, I pitch it so subtle
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 hustlin' thing
The man, the music they're making a king
I'm simply building my mink
million men marching like Martin Luther King
The King Kong of verse, making the world sing
My heart's on the sleeve for dark faces just like mine
Peeking through bars, hoping the sun shines on 'em
But you still got to watch the phonies
Watch your homies, we got you homie

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Pusha T]
Yuugh
Handled the rock like none other
Grits over the stove, head under the cupboard
In the kitchen 'til 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
Then he who holds Os like Krispy Kreme's oven
Or Easy Bake, pink divies make
The Presidential look like strawberry shortcake, P

[Pharrell]
Imagine that Rolls Royce crashed and me unscratched
In that Billionaire Boy's Club fashion
Uh, you niggas is clones
I hand out styles like ice cream cones\
The [bad word] outta here

[Pusha T]
That's for real, my gats is real
SL 5 is lookin like the Batmobile
Chrome lips with the matching wheels
Yuugh
Both chains probably match your deal
Y'all dudes is an act for real, Pusha

[Hook]

[Verse 4 - Rosco P. Coldchain]
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
On you call a [bad word] warpath
It'll be shell showers in today's forecast
You a gangsta, I can't tell
Your diamonds don't glimmer when the light hit it
Those aren't genuine, because 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 you
Cats turned informant, over snow wrapped in wax
My son's home cryin', don't give me no slack
Just put the [bad word] money in the bag
These words are being said as I hide behind glove and mask
Coldchain's not your typical crook
I'm being watched look at the camera lens in the bush

[Hook]