[Intro]
We ain't new to this
We true to this
This is, a Benny Jett's exclusive
[Hook]
I gotta make it count
I make it count
I make it count
I make it count
I gotta make it count
It's gotta count
It's gotta count
I make it count
I gotta make it count
[Verse]
I am out
I told that b**h if she ain't countin' sh** don't be my accountant
All these n***as know they f** with me I put 'em on them map
n***as hatin' after that
Cause they know I'm runnin' these laps
Yeah, young n***a might relapse
I can't do nothin' after that
Okay, I need cash, I need bands
Get that sh** back to back
Okay, put it in the bag
Money in the bag
Gas in that bag
Bag it up, ship it out
Okay [?]
Fly n***a need them stacks
Hol' up, young n***a need them racks
Hol' up, young n***a got new tax
b**h I'm one of them (ha okay)
This is my thinking cap
Okay that's just my thinking cap
Okay that's just my thinking cap
Yeah burnin' after that
Burnin' boof after that
Took that b**h to the trip, she know she can't refuse that (she can't)
Can't even relax
Hoe I can't even relax (I can't)
I'm so outta my mind, I'm just grinding gettin this cash (bands)
Grinding getting this cash
[Hook]
I gotta make it count
I make it count
I make it count
I make it count
I gotta make it count
It's gotta count
It's gotta count
I make it count
I gotta make it count