Alone

I count the cake on the way to the bank
I do it alone aint nobody to thank

I told you before, I do it alone
Nobody could top me when I'm in my zone
It get hot like wasabi when I'm on the go
Hotter than Abu Dhabi when I'm on the flow
I count the cake on the way to the bank
And I got so much drip and it came with a sink
Do this all day what the fuck do you think
If I back out a band ya bitch gonna link
Move in silence
Got a Glock 19 and she loving the violence
And I'm corrupt dont know where the file is
And I'm insane aint got no sense
Up and its stuck no self defense
I ain't asking for help I dont know what that meant
Lookin' for friends? I dont know where that went
They fuckin' you over I stay independent
I do it alone ain't nobody to thank
Cuz I'm the big fish you can't fit in my tank
Call me the general you never ranked
I got the buzz I ain't talkin' soft drink
I got the bag like I work for the Brink
Just like I said what the fuck do you think
I do it alone and don't think twice
I get it and dont gotta blink

I count the cake on the way to the bank

I'm swiping that thang, you know it's approved
Constant bands how the fuck can I lose
Fake ass niggas I gotta remove
Mark em for death I aint talkin tattoos
Ya niggas sleep go ahead and snooze
Hold the Glock in my lap when I cruise
Hold ya head when ya boy on the news
Hold down ya bitch I aint talkin Papoose
This Glock Tape 3 but this beat giving me Movin' Hot vibes
100 bodies you gave her a wedding band
But she aint nothin but dirty in my eyes
Counting this money I do it all day
Burnin you niggas I like it saute'
Heard you got shot ya niggas okay?



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Writer(s): Rodney Box
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