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INTERPRÉTATION
2 Chainz
Chant
Lil Wayne
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Tauheed Epps
Paroles/Composition
Nosakhere Andrews
Paroles/Composition
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mr. 2-17
Production
Jack "Jak" Brown
Ingénierie de prise de son
Stephen M. McDowell
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jeff Edwards
Ingénierie de prise de son
Finis "KY" White
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
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 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
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, I'm bringing home the bacon
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Nosakhere Andrews, Tauheed Epps
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