Origineel
[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
Vertaling
[Intro]
2-17 op de baan, man
(Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne]
You did it for the broads (broads)
I did it for the paper (de krant)
Got a hundred styles (yeah)
Got a hundred acres (oké)
Fuck de politie (fuck ‘em)
Hundred middle fingers (fuck ‘em)
En jij een vierkante nigga (fuck ‘em)
Je bent een schaaktafel (fuck ‘em)
Je spaart hoeren (fuck ‘em)
Je bent rust hatend (fuck ‘em)
Got a lotta rides (count ‘em)
Like a bus station (pull up)
Zie mijn telefoon rinkelen (hallo)
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)
Uitgeven zonder na te denken (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 (verspild)
Lades komen van Macy’s (uh huh)
Broads is bevestiging (yeah)
Hetzelfde op verschillende plaatsen (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 (papier)
I got a hundred styles (yeah)
Got a hundred flavors (oké dan)
Fuck de politie (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)
Mobiele telefoon rinkelt (ja)
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, haar als pasta
Ik zie niet wat jouw probleem is, ik heb een oogarts nodig
Flying to them dollars, ducking fly swatters
Schiet hem in het hoofd, laat zijn geest bedwelmd achter
Comin’ down the boulevard, I’m on your avenue
Een half miljoen op mijn grill, jullie niggas snaggle tooth, yeah
Vertelde sommige dode presidenten, “Ik ga je begraven”
When it comes 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 de politie (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)
Mobiele telefoon rinkelt
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 pig, I’m bringin’ home the bacon