2 Chainz - Blue C-Note [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
2-17 on the track, man
(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne]
You did it for the broads (broads)
I did it for the paper (the 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 nigga (fuck 'em)
You a chess table (fuck 'em)
You be savin' hoes (fuck 'em)
You be rest hatin' (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' (ooh)
BLUE C-notes (yeah)
All of 'em singin
Blue C-notes (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 have they heart achin' (oh)
Push start crankin' (rrt)
New grill, face it (get 'em)
New mil, taste it (mm)
Straight without a chaser (wasted)
Drawers come from Macy's (uh huh)
Broads is confirmation (yeah)
Same in different places (yeah)
I run all the bases (kill 'em)

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne]
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, nigga (fuck 'em)
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' (yeah)
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 mil' 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

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne]
You did it for the broads (yeah)
I did it for the paper
I got a hundred styles (a hundred)
Got a hundred flavors (count 'em)
Fuck the police (fuck 'em)
Hundred middle fingers (fuck 'em)
And you a square nigga (fuck 'em)
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

[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 bringin' home the bacon