what happened to that boy

(Baby (talking with echo))
Aye, Aye, Aye, Ya
Tot em up, light it up nigga
Birdman motherf**ker
Clipse, VA, NO nigga
What you smelt
Cokell leave plastic
Get off the border motherf**ker
Come on littlen handle your business for me boy
(Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrell) (2x))
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy (yo)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy
(Malice)
Whoa...Yeah...Malicious...Yeah
I heard they snitchin on a player man say it aint so
Even as a youngn they consigned me to blow
WHICH EXPLAINS why Im worth my weight in gold
While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O
Word in the streets that can envy as me
Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep
Magnified face help the bitch see clearly
9 on the waist hit the bitch up severely
Im kNOWN for the flip of that cokAINA
Im heavy in the street like the 7 series BEEMA (BMW)
Man, hit em with the Nina man
Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa)
Im the reason that your block is vacant
Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement
Bitch! Clipse and Cash Money who aint rich
Dont compare me to you nigga you aint this (Whoa)
(Chorus)
(Baby)
Aye...Aye...Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye...
Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha (get this money)
Birdman nigga leave the guns in the busher (cuff em up, let em up bitch)
Been shittin up bricks unload em to Gucci
Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie
Shit one, Dro one nigga flood the block
If I dont go to jail niggas birds gone flop
Nigga sittin on the toilet bitch get off the pot
The bird just landed so the hood gon rot
New whips, big chips the Prada Gucci shit
But mami your fly Benz the wide skinny lips
She takes my flight she holds my weight
While the po-po staked out from state to state
It aint nuttin to a baller baby
Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, bird man, hood boss
Baby steppin on my line Ill show a little somethin
They callin you dont come out then the black crow will touch ya (touch ya)
(Chorus (2x))
(Pusha T)
Ughhh. ..Another soul lost
Had to make a shirt match my ox blood colored Porsche
Ughhh...The rims match of course
Blood hit his Timbs it reminded me of them
Glistenin wrist on chiller
Gun in the same palm of gorgeous killer
I put this on my lord my niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla
I past the shore for that shit that made fiends rise from the dead like
Thriller
Gangster...Hustler
At night still found time to kiss my mother
Live like Im dreamin kick my feet up
Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon
So quite ya yappin fore I get to clappin
And have your body parts mix and matching fella
(Chorus (2x))
(Baby (talking))
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, there it is nigga , there you have it
Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know
Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit
We flip bricks you under-smell (gangster motherf**ker)
Aye nigga put this puzzle together
Aye Pharrell you did this year (you did it nigga)
A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100, you know
Lets get this money (get the money)
Hey nigga I smell somethin, cokell leave plastic bitch
Get money motherf**ker
However you want it you can get it pimp
From gangster to blood nigga, take it how you want it nigga
We did it how we live, aint nothin but the thug thing nigga
Money thing motherf**ker