Chinese New Year Clipse (Ft. Roscoe P. Coldchain)

[Chorus: Pusha T & Pharrell Williams]
I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
Judgin' by my steel, I got somethin' to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two tears
Front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year
Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat
Brrat, brrat, ca-ca-ca-ca
Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat
Brrat, brrat, ca-ca-ca-ca

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Mask on face, Glock in hand
I was in and out of homes like the Orkin Man
Never listen to my parents like an orphan, man
Strong finger on the trigger like it's in dwarf's hands
Confiscate goodies like Repo Man Sam
Make nigga kick that can
Fall victim to the Klick Klack Klan
My vixen eat your face like she Ms. Pac-Man
My wish her command, ugh
ADTs ain't stop me
Simple like ABC's
Snip, cut, yank just as easy as one, two, three
Breakin' and entry so elementary
Get what the hustlers get for tryna do what the hustlers do
Give up the cash 'fore I turn you Cookie Monster blue
And your man and them for tryna be hustlers too
Ernie and Bert, I bet them bullet holes burnin' and hurt, uh