Blue C-Note

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah 2-17 on the track, man [Verse 1: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne] You did it for the broads (Broads) I did it for the paper (The paper) Got a hundred styles (Yeah) Got a hundred acres (Okay) Fuck the police (Fuck 'em) Hundred middle fingers (Fuck 'em) And you a square nigga (Fuck 'em) You a chess table (Fuck 'em) You be savin' hoes (Fuck 'em) You be rest hatin' (Fuck 'em) Got a lot of rides (Count 'em) Like a bus station (Pull up) See my phone ringin' (Hello) See my diamonds danglin' (Bling) See the bitches blinkin' (Ooh) Blue C-notes (Yeah) All of 'em singing, blue C-notes (Yeah) All of 'em Franklins, blue C-notes (Yeah) Spend without thinkin' (Yeah) A tool without safety (Yeah) I have your broads taken (Yeah) I have they heart achin' (Oh) Push start crankin' (Rrt) New grill, face it (get 'em) New mil, taste it (Mmm) Straight without a chaser (Wasted) Drawers come from Macy's (Uh-huh) Broads is confirmation (Yeah) Same in different places (Yeah) I run all the bases (Kill 'em) [Chorus: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne] You did it for the broads (Broads) I did it for the paper (Paper) I got a hundred styles (Yeah) Got a hundred flavors (Okay then) Fuck the police (Fuck 'em) Hundred middle fingers (fuck 'em) And you a square, nigga (Fuck 'em) Blue C-notes (yeah) All of 'em singin', blue C-notes (yeah) All of 'em Franklins, blue C-notes (yeah) Spend without thinkin' (Yeah) Ice on both pinkies (Yeah) Mobile phone ringin' (Yeah), Blue C-notes [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I did it for my dogs, I did it for the skaters I did it for the paper, my niggas still on papers I got a hundred tats, I got a hundred million I keep on switchin' wifeys, you gotta Uncle Phil me Dreadlock Rasta, hair like pasta I don't see what's your problem, I need an eye doctor Flying to them dollars, ducking fly swatters Shoot 'em in the head, leave his mind boggled Comin' down the boulevard, I'm on your avenue A half a mil' on my grill, you niggas snaggle tooth, yeah Told some dead presidents, "I'm finna bury you" When it come to presidents, I like 'em black and blue, yeah [Chorus: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne] You did it for the broads (yeah) I did it for the paper I got a hundred styles (A hundred) Got a hundred flavors (Count 'em) Fuck the police (Fuck 'em) Hundred middle fingers (Fuck 'em) And you a square nigga (Fuck 'em) Blue C-notes (yeah) All of 'em singin', blue C-notes (Yeah) All of 'em Franklins, blue C-notes (Yeah) Spend without thinkin' (Yeah) Ice on both pinkies (Yeah) Mobile phone ringin', blue C-notes [Outro: Lil Wayne] Got a hundred styles, got a hundred acres Got a hundred tats, got a hundred skaters You did it for the broads, I did it for the paper I'm 'bout to buy a hog, I'm bringin' home the bacon