Blue C Note Lyrics - Collegrove - 2 Chainz

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 

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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 

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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