Original
Lyrics:
[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
Lyrics
Explained:
[Baby (talking to echo)]
Oh, Oh, Oh, Asia
Toth 'time, in view of it nigga
Bird motherfucker
Clipse, Virginia, nigga nitric oxide
You smell
Pseudoplastic Coke'll
Get off the border motherfucker
Come little'n to deal with your business, my boy
[Chorus: Pusha Telecommunications (Farrell) (2)]
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) what had happened to the boys (the ball)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) what happened in the child
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) what happened in the child
He spoke of, we have the child clap feces
[Malicious]
Wow ... ... ... yes ah yes ah malicious
I heard they snitchin 'man, the players say it is not so
Even as they are entrusted to me blow young'n
Why do I deserve witch I claim that the weight in gold
Although they are taking steps to baby from the first 8 to O -
The word on the street, can I envy
Watch the ice enough to make a nigga lose sleep
Bitch face enlarge to help clearly see
9, the waist hit the bitch serious
I know I flip coke energy
I am in the streets as heavy as 7-series Bimma
Man hit 'em with the La Nina man
Or 4/5th of people to ensure that sub-Lean (wow)
My reasons for vacancies in your block
Malicious Asia will reach just issued a statement
Whore! Clipse and who is not rich in cash
Do not compare, I'll give you this nigga you is not (wow)
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Oh ... Oh ... Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh ...
Stunna and Patty Cake the world Pusha (get this money)
Birds left the gun in Bushehr nigga (cuff 'em, let' em a whore)
Was shittin 'a brick unload' em to the ancient
Slums and the circular boss Cookie
A dog feces, DRO in a flood control block nigga
If I do not go to jail niggas birds have failed
Nigga sittin 'on the toilet bitch get off pot
The bird has just landed, so Hood-kun 'rot
New whips, big chips PRADA old dog feces
But mami your fly Benz thin lips wide
She needs my flight she holds my weight
Although the bet from the Tai Po states
This is not a player baby nuttin
Pay for cars, make big money, weight, bird man, hood boss
Steppin my baby I took a little trip somethin '
They callin 'you do not come out so dark crow will cover Asia (Touch Ya)
[Chorus (2)]
[Pusha]
Ughhh ... Another soul lost
I have to comply with bovine blood-shirts colored Porsche
Ughhh ... The rims match of course
Blood hit Timbs This reminds me of them
Glistenin 'wrists in cold water
Guns in the same palm of gorgeous killer
I put my Lord, this is my niece was 4 when she felt chinchillas
I past the shore for the dog feces, so that, like fiends rise from the dead
Thriller
Gangster ... Hustler
In the evening also found time to kiss my mother
Life as I dreamin 'kick my feet a
I pull the waist gun reminds me of my demons
Therefore, it is ya yappin 'before I can bin
And your body parts mix and match guys
[Chorus (2)]
[Baby (talking)]
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, there is nigga, there you have
Bird, Clipse you under the smelting, the United States, Virginia, you know
Cell nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit
We flip bricks you under smell (gangster motherfucker)
Aye nigga put this puzzle together
°£·ÆÈðyou this year (you do not have a nigga)
1000 Puzzle (startrak) 100, you know
Let us the money (to spend the money out)
Hey nigga I smell somethin ', coke'll leave plastic bitch
Money motherfucker
But you think you can get it pimp
From the bandit's blood nigga, take it how you want to nigga
We did it how we live, is not nothin ', but the killer thing nigga
A matter of money motherfucker
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