[Verse 1: 2 Chainz (Lil Wayne)]
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 (count 'em), like a bus station (pull up)
See my phone ringin’ (hello), see my diamonds danglin’ (bling)
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’ (skrrt), new grill face it (get 'em)
New mill taste it’ (mmm), straight without a chaser (waste it)
Draws come from Macy’s, broads is confirmation
Same in different places, I run all the bases
[Hook]
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
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I did it for my dogs, I did it 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 yeah
Told some dead presidents I’m finna bury you
When it come to presidents I like ‘em black and blue
[Hook]
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
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
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