2 Chainz - Blue C Note Lyrics

Blue C-Note

You did it for the broads, I did it for the paper
Got a hundred styles, got a hundred acres
F*** the police (fuck ?em), hundred middle fingers (fuck ?em)
And you a square ni*** (fuck ?em), you a chess table (fuck ?em)
You be savin' hoes (fuck ?em), you be rest haven (fuck ?em)
Got a lotta rides (count 'em), like a bus station (pull up)
See my phone ringin' (hello), see my diamonds danglin' (bling)
See the bitches blinkin', BLUE C-NOTES, 
All of ?em singin, BLUE C-NOTES
All of ?em Franklins, BLUE C-NOTES
Spend without thinkin', a tool without safety
I have ya broads taken, I have they heart achin'
Push start crankin' (skrrt), new grill face it (get 'em)
New mill taste it' (mmm), straight without a chaser (waste it)
Draws come from Macy's, broads is confirmation
Same in different places, I run all the bases

You did it for the broads, I did it for the paper
I got a hundred styles, got a hundred flavors, 
F*** the police, hundred middle fingers, 
And you a square ni***, BLUE C-NOTES
All of ?em singin', BLUE C-NOTES
All of ?em Franklins, BLUE C-NOTES
Spend without thinkin', ice on both pinkies
Mobile phone ringin', BLUE C-NOTES

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 mill 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

You did it for the broads, I did it for the paper
I got a hundred styles, got a hundred flavors, 
F*** the police, hundred middle fingers, 
And you a square ni***, BLUE C-NOTES
All of ?em singin', BLUE C-NOTES
All of ?em Franklins, BLUE C-NOTES
Spend without thinkin', ice on both pinkies
Mobile phone ringin', BLUE C-NOTES

Got a hundred styles, got a hundred acres
Got a hundred tats, got a hundred skaters
Did it for the broads, I did it for the paper
I'm bout to buy a hog, I'm bringing home the bacon