Loaf Murda x MartyOnDaBeat808 - Couldnt Guard Me

Niggas couldn't guard me
On my worse day
I get the cake like everyday is my Birthday
Nine to five
Ima hustler everyday is a work day
Take a nigga bitch
She throw it back like it's thursday

Stacking money
Ugh
Real bands you can't fold in
Bag got Bigger
So I had to trade the golds in
Buss down
Every thing
I touch is getting frozen
Bitch think I'm broke
I had to tell her who the loaf is
House owned
Make money everyday
I'm a survivor
My life is pretty fast and ima fast Car driver
Had to get it out the trenches
I got mud on my designer
The loaf run through my veins
I hit my skin with that liner
All I make is profit
I don't make deposits
Bands stuff in my jeans
I catch em running Out my pocket
Plugged in extension cords
I know a couple sockets
Bars in my head
Hit the booth and take off like a Rocket
Ugh

Niggas couldn't guard me
On my worse day
I get the cake like everyday is my Birthday
Nine to five
Ima hustler everyday is a work day
Take a nigga bitch
She throw it back like it's thursday

All I know is getting money
I been stacking up my pros
Big house another whip
Started bringing different hoes
Call me frosty
Talking snow man
Cause everything is Froze
Ain't gotta do shit no more
I remember breaking down them Bows
I be smiling counting paper
Getting money off the flows
Got em watching
All eyes on me
Let me strike pose
Like a ref she tryna blow
She take her time and suck it slow
Ugh
Hit it from the back
I kiss that Pussy with the rose
I don't beef with nîggas
It's never bout no money they the Brokest
Ain't nothing you can do or say
To knock me off my focus
Some of the richest in the world
Dropped out of school got no Diploma
Ugh
I swear I made one hundred
When the world stopped cause Corona
Remember days I ain't have shit
Now I got my own stuff
I like fast money
I don't mind to sit down
And make them slow bucks
Young rich Nîgga
I got motion
So they like me
Young OG
OGs wanna be just like me
That way I keep a check
You'll think I'm sponsored by Nike
Twenty threes on my feet
Making movies
Call me mike Lee
I ain't mad at these niggas tryna Steal and be just like me
I got everything I want plus more
No wonder they dislike me

Niggas couldn't guard me
On my worse day
I get the cake like everyday is my Birthday
Nine to five
Ima hustler everyday is a work day
Take a nigga bitch
She throw it back like it's thursday

Written by:
rzhad Britton

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