Blue C-Note (feat. Lil Wayne)

2-17 On The Track Man! (Yeah)

You did it for the broads (Broads)

I did it for the paper (Paper)

Got a hundred styles (Yeah)

Got a hundred acres (Okay)

Fuck the police (Fuck 'em)

Hundred middle fingers (Fuck 'em)

And you a square **** (Fuck 'em)

You a chess table (Fuck 'em)

You be savin' hoes (Fuck 'em)

You be rest haven (Fuck 'em)

Got a lotta rides (Pounding)

Like a bus station (Pull-up)

See my phone ringin' (Hello?)

See my diamonds danglin' (Bling)

See the bitches blinkin' (Ooh)

Blue C-notes (Yeah)

All of 'em singin, blue C-notes (Oh, yeah)

All of 'em Franklins, blue C-notes (Yeah)

Spend without thinkin'(Yeah)

A tool without safety (Yeah)

I have ya broads taken(Yeah)

I hear they heart achin' (Ooh)

Push start crankin'

New grill face it (Get 'em)

New meal tastin' (Mmm)

Straight without a chaser (Wasted)

Draws come from Macy's

Broads is confirmation (Yeah)

Same in different places (Yeah)

I run all the bases

You did it for the broads (Broads)

I did it for the paper (Paper)

I got a hundred styles (Yeah)

Got a hundred flavors (Okay, then)

Fuck the police (Fuck 'em)

Hundred middle fingers (Fuck 'em)

And you a square ****

Blue C-notes (Yeah)

All of 'em singin'

Blue C-notes (Yeah)

All of 'em Franklins

Blue C-notes (Yeah)

Spend without thinkin' (Yeah)

Ice on both pinkies (Yeah)

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 **** 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 mil' on my grill

You **** 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 (Yeah)

I did it for the paper

I got a hundred styles (Hundred)

Got a hundred flavors (Okay, then)

Fuck the police (Fuck 'em)

hundred middle fingers (Fuck 'em)

And you a square ****

Blue C-notes (Yeah)

All of 'em singin'

Blue C-notes (Yeah)

All of 'em Franklins

Blue C-notes (Yeah)

Spend without thinkin' (Yeah)

Ice on both pinkies (Yeah)

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