[Intro: Birdman]
Ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy (Yeah)
Tote 'em up, light it up, nigga (Tote 'em up, light it up, nigga)
(Birdman, motherfucker) Birdman, motherfucker, fucker
Clipse (Clipse), VA (VA)
NO, nigga (NO, nigga)
What you smell? (Money smell)
Coca leaf plants, boy (Coca leaf plants, bitch)
Coca leaf plants straight off the border, motherfucker (Ayy-ayy, yola)
Come on, little one, handle your business for me, boy
[Chorus: Pusha T, Birdman & Malice]
(Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Yeah)
(Brrr) What happened to that boy?
(Brrr) What happened to that boy?
He was talkin' shit, we put a clappin' to that boy
(Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Woah)
(Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Yeah)
(Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Malicious)
He was talkin' shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Malice]
I heard they snitchin' on a player, man, say it ain't so
Even as a youngin, they consigned me to blow
Which explains why I'm worth my weight in gold
While they was takin' baby steps from an eighth to an O
Word in the streets that the envy is 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 cocaína
I'm heavy in the street like the 7 Series Bimmer, man
Hit 'em with the nina, man
Or that four-fifth, guaranteed to lean you, man, woah
I'm the reason that your block is vacant
Malicious will hit you 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, woah
[Chorus: Pusha T & Birdman]
(Brrr) What happened to that boy?
(Brrr) What happened to that boy?
(Brrr) What happened to that boy?
He was talkin' shit, we put a clappin' to that boy
(Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Ayy)
(Brrr) What happened to that boy?
(Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy)
He was talkin' shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2: Birdman]
Stunna and Patty Cake, the worldwide pusher (Let's get this money, nigga)
Birdman, nigga, leave the guns in the bushes
Been shittin' up bricks, unload 'em to Gussy (Cuff 'em up, light 'em up, bitch)
Boss of the ghetto with the round-shape cookie
Shit one, throw one, nigga, flood the block
If I don't go to jail, nigga, birds gon' flock (Brrr, brrr)
Nigga sittin' on the toilet, bitch, get off the pot
The bird just landed, so the hood gon' rock
New whips, big chips, the Prada, Gucci shit
Bought mami a fly Benz, the wide, skinny lips
She takes my flight, she holds my weight
While the port was staked out from state to state
It ain't nothin' to a baller, baby
Pay the cost, big-money heavyweight, Birdman hood boss, baby
Steppin' on my line, I'll show a little somethin'
Make Corleone come out and the black crow'll touch you
[Chorus: Pusha T & Birdman]
(Brrr) What happened to that boy?
(Brrr) What happened to that boy?
(Brrr) What happened to that boy?
He was talkin' shit, we put a clappin' to that boy
(Brrr) What happened to that boy?
(Brrr) What happened to that boy?
(Brrr) What happened to that boy?
He was talkin' shit, we put a clappin' to that boy
[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Uh, another soul lost
Had to make his shirt match my oxblood-colored Porsche
Uh, the rims match, of course
Blood hit his Timbs, it reminded me of them
Glistening, wrist on chiller
Gun in the same palm, a gorgeous killer
I put this on my Lord, my niece was four when she felt chinchilla
I passed the chauffeur 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 dreaming, kick my feet up
Gun poked my waist, remind me of my demon, so
Quit your yappin' b'ore I get to clappin'
And have your body parts mix-and-matchin', fella
[Chorus: Pusha T & Birdman]
(Brrr) What happened to that boy?
(Brrr) What happened to that boy?
(Brrr) What happened to that boy? (Ayy)
He was talkin' shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Ayy, ayy)
(Brrr) What happened to that boy?
(Brrr) What happened to that boy?
(Brrr) What happened to that boy?
He was talkin' shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy)
[Outro: Birdman]
There it is, nigga, there you have it
Birdman, Clipse, you under-smell?
VA, you know?
Uptown, nigga
We go anywhere with this bullshit, we from the bricks, you under-smell? (Gangster, motherfucker)
Ayy, nigga, put this puzzle together
Ayy, Pharrell, you did it this year, nigga (You did it, nigga)
Thousand pieces (Uh-huh), puzzles (Star Trek, nigga), hundred, you know
Let's get this money (Yeah, let's get the money, baby)
Ayy, nigga, I smell somethin', coca leaf plants, bitch, you know?
Get money, motherfucker (Bitch)
However you want it, you can get it, pimp
From gangster to blood, nigga, take it how you want it, nigga, we get it how we live
Ain't nothin' but the thug thing, nigga
Money thing, motherfucker