[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