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2 Chainz - Blue C-Note Lyrics




[Verse 1 - 2 Chainz:]
You did it for the broads, I did it for the paper
Got a hundred styles, got a hundred acres
F*ck the police (f*ck 'em), hundred middle fingers (f*ck 'em)
And you a square nigga (f*ck 'em), you a chess table (f*ck 'em)
You be savin' hoes (f*ck 'em), you be rest haven (f*ck 'em)
Got a lotta rides like a bus station
See my phone ringin', see my diamonds danglin'
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', new grill face it
New mill tastin', straight without a chaser
Draws come from Macy's, broads is confirmation
Same in different places, I run all the bases

[Hook:]
You did it for the broads, I did it for the paper
I got a hundred styles, got a hundred flavors,
F*ck the police, hundred middle fingers,
And you a square nigga, 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

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
I did it for my dogs, I did 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
Told some dead presidents I'm finna bury you
When it come to presidents I like 'em black and blue

[Hook:]
You did it for the broads, I did it for the paper
I got a hundred styles, got a hundred flavors,
F*ck the police, hundred middle fingers,
And you a square nigga, 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

[Lil Wayne:]
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 [?] bring the hundred paper
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[Verse 1 - 2 Chainz:]
You did it for the broads, I did it for the paper
Got a hundred styles, got a hundred acres
F*ck the police (f*ck 'em), hundred middle fingers (f*ck 'em)
And you a square nigga (f*ck 'em), you a chess table (f*ck 'em)
You be savin' hoes (f*ck 'em), you be rest haven (f*ck 'em)
Got a lotta rides like a bus station
See my phone ringin', see my diamonds danglin'
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', new grill face it
New mill tastin', straight without a chaser
Draws come from Macy's, broads is confirmation
Same in different places, I run all the bases

[Hook:]
You did it for the broads, I did it for the paper
I got a hundred styles, got a hundred flavors,
F*ck the police, hundred middle fingers,
And you a square nigga, 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

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
I did it for my dogs, I did 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
Told some dead presidents I'm finna bury you
When it come to presidents I like 'em black and blue

[Hook:]
You did it for the broads, I did it for the paper
I got a hundred styles, got a hundred flavors,
F*ck the police, hundred middle fingers,
And you a square nigga, 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

[Lil Wayne:]
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 [?] bring the hundred paper
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Writer: Dwayne Carter, Nosakhere Andrews, Tauheed Epps
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC

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