Blue C-Note

Lyrics for 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 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 You did it for the broads, I did it for the paper I'm 'bout to buy a hog, I'm bringing home the bacon