Blue C-Note

[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