Baby Aka Birdman Ft. Clipse - What Happened

Baby (talking with echo)]
 Aye, Aye, Aye, Ya
 Tot' 'em up, light it up nigga
 Birdman motherfucker
 Clipse, VA, NO nigga
 What you smelt
 Coke'll leave plastic
 Get off the border motherfucker
 Come on little'n 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 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 know 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 (Whoa)
 I'm the reason that your block is vacant
 Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement
 Bitch! Clipse and Cash Money who aint rich
 Don't 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 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 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 I'll show a little somethin'
 They callin' you don't 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 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

 [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 motherfucker)
 Aye nigga put this puzzle together
 Aye Pharrell you did this year (you did it nigga)
 A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100, you know
 Let's get this money (get the money)
 Hey nigga I smell somethin', coke'll leave plastic bitch
 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, aint nothin' but the thug thing nigga
 Money thing motherfucker