Blue C-Note feat. Lil Wayne

歌詞

You did it for the broads, I did it for the paper Got a hundred styles, got a hundred acres 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 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 Fuck 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 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 Fuck 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 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