Birdman, Clipse - What Happened to That Boy? lyrics

Ayy ayy, ayy, ayy yeah
Tote 'em up, light it up, nigga
(Tote 'em up, light it up, nigga
Put it in the air, mo)
(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'un'
Handle your business for me, boy

(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to
That boy? (yeah)
(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy?
(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy?
He was talking shit
We put a clappin' to that boy
(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to
That boy? (Whoa)
(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to
That boy? (yeah)
(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to
That boy? (Malicious) he was talking shit
We put a clappin' to that boy (yeah)

I heard they snitching on a player man
Say it ain't so even as a young'un'
They consigned me to blow
Which explains why I'm worth
My weight in gold
While they was taking 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
Nine 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-Serie' Beemer, man
Hit 'em with the Nina, man
Or that four-fit', guaranteed to
Lean your man, whoa!
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, whoa!

(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy?
(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy?
(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy?
He was talking shit
We put a clappin' to that boy
(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy? (Ayy)
(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy?
(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy?
(Ayy ayy, ayy ayy, ayy ayy)
He was talking shit
We put a clappin' to that boy (Ayy, ayy)

Stunna and Patty Cake, the worldwide pusher
(Let's get this money
Nigga! Let's get this money)
Birdman, nigga, leave the guns in the bushes
Been shitting 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 sitting on the toilet, bitch
Get off the pot!
The bird just landed so the hood gonna 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 nothing to a baller, baby
Pay the cost, big money
Heavyweight, Birdman, hood boss, baby
Stepping on my line
I'll show a little something
Make Corleone come out and the
Black crow'll touch you

(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy?
(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy?
(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy?
He was talking shit
We put a clappin' to that boy
(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy? (Ayy)
(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy?
(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy?
He was talking shit
We put a clappin' to that boy

Uugh! Another soul lost
Had to make his shirt
Match my oxblood-colored Porsche
Uugh! 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' before I get to clappin'
And have your body parts mix-and matchin'
Fella

(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy?
(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy?
(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy? (Ayy)
He was talking shit
We put a clappin' to that boy (Ayy, ayy)
(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy? (Ayy)
(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy?
(brrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy?
He was talking shit
We put a clappin' to that boy (Ayy, ayy)

Ayy ayy, ayy ayy
There it is, nigga there you have it
(You know) birdman, Clipse, you under-smell?
VA (VA) , you know?
Uptown nigga (Uptown, ride out)
We go anywhere with this bullshit
(Anywhere with this bullshit)
We flip 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 Trak) , hundred
You know let's get this money
(yeah, let's get the money, baby)
Hey nigga, I smell something!
Coca leaf plants, bitch
(Coca leaf plants, you under-smell?
Let's get the money, biatch)
Get money, motherfucker (Biatch)
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