Gotta get paid
Gotta get laid
Yeah yeah
You know bout the Js
You know bout the flavs
Yeah yeah
Stuck in your ways
Trap for a change
Yeah yeah
We know bout the Caine
We Spell it with Ks
Yeah yeah
Come from grams (yeah)
Tan the color my rubber band
Pay me in cash (yeah)
20s fresh out the atm
Got crossed at young age
So Swore to god I won't trust again
She told me she love
But after she love on me
She was f*ckin him
Got in the streets got in some beef
They know I'm bussing if
If come down to me or you
U know I gotta live
I got me some kids
I got me some family
I know I gotta chill
PTSD maybe the reason that I'm poppin pills
I'm Feeling alone I'm feeling guilt
One at home one on my hip
That money be cool until it get real
Than everybody wanna find away to jump ship
Got a lil sleep with a 40 to grip
My cousins said I put their life in danger
That's the reason for the pistol the sub and the stick
We don't need cable we watching the cameras
Hardly get any sleep I'm up pacing
Fillin up clips while my mind just racing
Life been a movie but Hollywood basic
BLVDMONEY THIS AINT FA THA TAKIN
Underground mob
No help from a label
I don't need ya round me
If ya ass been fakin
Everything good til they see what you raking
Throw em couple dollars don't focus
What I'm makin
It was to late that love turned to hatred
I want the finer things in life
No basic
Settle fa less hell naw you crazy
They ain't ask to be here so I'm doin it fa my babies
Genes to strong you can tell that I made em
They see my vids on YouTube thinking daddy made it
Rap my songs round the house
This feeling can't fake it
Keep saying if I don't blow
I still made it
Them dollars I gotta make it
Them chances I gotta take it
You know how grinding baby
I gotta feed my babies
You know I take care of mine
That BLVD done feed us every time
Before the dubs it was nicks and dimes
You staying broke or resort to crime
I'm outchea
B-Mane - Take Care Lyrics
B-Mane - Take Care Lyrics
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Gotta get paid
Gotta get laid
Yeah yeah
You know bout the Js
You know bout the flavs
Yeah yeah
Stuck in your ways
Trap for a change
Yeah yeah
We know bout the Caine
We Spell it with Ks
Yeah yeah
Come from grams (yeah)
Tan the color my rubber band
Pay me in cash (yeah)
20s fresh out the atm
Got crossed at young age
So Swore to god I won't trust again
She told me she love
But after she love on me
She was f*ckin him
Got in the streets got in some beef
They know I'm bussing if
If come down to me or you
U know I gotta live
I got me some kids
I got me some family
I know I gotta chill
PTSD maybe the reason that I'm poppin pills
I'm Feeling alone I'm feeling guilt
One at home one on my hip
That money be cool until it get real
Than everybody wanna find away to jump ship
Got a lil sleep with a 40 to grip
My cousins said I put their life in danger
That's the reason for the pistol the sub and the stick
We don't need cable we watching the cameras
Hardly get any sleep I'm up pacing
Fillin up clips while my mind just racing
Life been a movie but Hollywood basic
BLVDMONEY THIS AINT FA THA TAKIN
Underground mob
No help from a label
I don't need ya round me
If ya ass been fakin
Everything good til they see what you raking
Throw em couple dollars don't focus
What I'm makin
It was to late that love turned to hatred
I want the finer things in life
No basic
Settle fa less hell naw you crazy
They ain't ask to be here so I'm doin it fa my babies
Genes to strong you can tell that I made em
They see my vids on YouTube thinking daddy made it
Rap my songs round the house
This feeling can't fake it
Keep saying if I don't blow
I still made it
Them dollars I gotta make it
Them chances I gotta take it
You know how grinding baby
I gotta feed my babies
You know I take care of mine
That BLVD done feed us every time
Before the dubs it was nicks and dimes
You staying broke or resort to crime
I'm outchea
Gotta get laid
Yeah yeah
You know bout the Js
You know bout the flavs
Yeah yeah
Stuck in your ways
Trap for a change
Yeah yeah
We know bout the Caine
We Spell it with Ks
Yeah yeah
Come from grams (yeah)
Tan the color my rubber band
Pay me in cash (yeah)
20s fresh out the atm
Got crossed at young age
So Swore to god I won't trust again
She told me she love
But after she love on me
She was f*ckin him
Got in the streets got in some beef
They know I'm bussing if
If come down to me or you
U know I gotta live
I got me some kids
I got me some family
I know I gotta chill
PTSD maybe the reason that I'm poppin pills
I'm Feeling alone I'm feeling guilt
One at home one on my hip
That money be cool until it get real
Than everybody wanna find away to jump ship
Got a lil sleep with a 40 to grip
My cousins said I put their life in danger
That's the reason for the pistol the sub and the stick
We don't need cable we watching the cameras
Hardly get any sleep I'm up pacing
Fillin up clips while my mind just racing
Life been a movie but Hollywood basic
BLVDMONEY THIS AINT FA THA TAKIN
Underground mob
No help from a label
I don't need ya round me
If ya ass been fakin
Everything good til they see what you raking
Throw em couple dollars don't focus
What I'm makin
It was to late that love turned to hatred
I want the finer things in life
No basic
Settle fa less hell naw you crazy
They ain't ask to be here so I'm doin it fa my babies
Genes to strong you can tell that I made em
They see my vids on YouTube thinking daddy made it
Rap my songs round the house
This feeling can't fake it
Keep saying if I don't blow
I still made it
Them dollars I gotta make it
Them chances I gotta take it
You know how grinding baby
I gotta feed my babies
You know I take care of mine
That BLVD done feed us every time
Before the dubs it was nicks and dimes
You staying broke or resort to crime
I'm outchea