Aye, aye, aye, ya   Tot' 'em up, light it up, nigga   Birdman, motherfucker      Clipse, VA, NO, nigga, what you smelt?   Coke'll leave plastic, boy   [Incomprehensible] border motherfucker   Come on little'n handle your business for me boy      What happened to that boy   What happened to that boy   What happened to that boy   He was talking shit   We put a clap into that boy      What happened to that boy   What happened to that boy   What happened to that boy   He was talking shit   We put a clap into that boy      I heard he snitchin' on a player, man, say it ain't so   Even as a young'n they consigned me to blow   Witches claims why I'm 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      I'm known for the flip of that Coke I ener   I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series Bimma   Man, hit 'em with the Nina man   Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya, man      Oh, I'm the reason that your block is vacant   Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement, bitch   Clipse and Cash Money, who ain't rich?   Don't compare me to you, nigga, you ain't this, woh      What happened to that boy   What happened to that boy   What happened to that boy   He was talking shit   We put a clap into that boy      What happened to that boy   What happened to that boy   What happened to that boy   He was talking shit   We put a clap into that boy      Stunna and Patty Cake, the worldwide Pusha   Birdman, nigga, leave the guns in the busher   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 don't 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, you 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 ain't nuttin' to a baller baby   Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, Birdman, hood boss   Baby steppin' on my line, I'll show a little somethin'   They callin' you don't come out then the black crow'll touch ya      What happened to that boy   What happened to that boy   What happened to that boy   He was talking shit   We put a clap into that boy      What happened to that boy   What happened to that boy   What happened to that boy   He was talking shit   We put a clap into that boy      Another soul lost, had to make a shirt   Match my ox blood colored Porsche   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 I'm 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      What happened to that boy   What happened to that boy   What happened to that boy   He was talking shit   We put a clap into that boy      What happened to that boy   What happened to that boy   What happened to that boy   He was talking shit   We put a clap into that boy      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      Aye nigga, put this puzzle together   Aye Pharrell, you did this year   1000 pieces puzzles, 100, you know?   Let's get this money      Hey nigga, I smell somethin'   Coke'll leave plastic, bitch, you know?   Get money, motherfucker   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   Ain't nothin' but the thug thing, nigga   Money thing, mother