Mr. 2-17 - Blue C-Note lyrics

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz (Lil Wayne)] You did it for the broads, I did it for the paper Got a hundred styles, got a hundred acres f** the police (f** ‘em), hundred middle fingers (f** ‘em) And you a square n***a (f** ‘em), you a chess table (f** ‘em) You be savin' hoes (f** ‘em), you be rest haven (f** ‘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 b**hes 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 [Hook] 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 n***a, 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 it for the skaters I did it for the paper, my n***as 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 n***as snaggle tooth yeah 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** the police, hundred middle fingers, And you a square n***a, 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 [Outro: 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 hog, I'm bringing home the bacon