Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blue C-Note , by - 2 Chainz. Release date: 02.03.2016
Song language: English
Blue C-Note |
| 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 like a bus station |
| See my phone ringin', see my diamonds danglin' |
| See the bitches blinkin', blue c-notes, |
| All of 'em singing, 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 |
| 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 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 |
| 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, bring in home the bacon |