Ben Pramuk - Make It Count lyrics

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Ben Pramuk - Make It Count lyrics

[Hook] Everything you do make it count Everyday I gotta get a n***a gotta make it count 20s 50s hundreds n***as talking money make it count Quarter to a half to a whole gotta make it count Everything ya do make it count Everyday ya gotta get it n***a, gotta make it count Stretch that, gotta make it count You could bet that n***a I'mma make it count [Verse 1] Play ball, bases loaded make it count Swinging for the fences tryna take it to the house Mugga man, yeah you know what I'm about f** a step we call it miss, put your money where ya mouth My n***a do it for years since last four it made it count Free my n***as all of em 'til they let my boys out You ain't got the hustle, better have the muscle, vice versa Tell me who can ya count? Run the check, on my Mizzy make her smile Tryna get back to a garden, put new plants behind the house Spent time with my youngings, make it count It's a cold world they need me around Jump up for it I won't lay down Hold seven, hold a hundred Imma make that sh** count n***a we with that dumb sh** don't play around Like pimpset we catch your b**h and we puttin dicks in her mouth Going all out Can't stop my route You buls going out of style I hit the sticks, new tricks same doggystyle [Hook] [Verse 2] Go long, it's on, make it count n***a go hard don't let em count you out Worst come to worst we goin through it chin out Amongst a doubt I'll never give up I ain't even bring a towel f** probation got my n***as on vacation out of town We ball hard, tryout These n***as turkeys, I don't know where that's allowed You come round here with that playin we gon burn you out My grind is still the most meaning I want the most Ya get it? Now give it all Say what? These n***as act like they can't count One in the bush, two in my hands it even out Drop it on the scale make it count It's on me, but they don't needa find out Feds tryna make their quota, I can't be the one n***a nah You won't find me in the count Hit the bricks for me with brown Reach in break it down Breathe in breathe out You endure you in doubt Get some tint, make it count [Hook] [Outro] How I feel now? n***a living hood rich Gotta hit the block, gotta hit the spot How I feel? Yeah, n***a living hood rich Gotta hit the block, gotta hit the spot Going hard in the paint, make it count Trapping over here, bet you make it bounce Get the motherf**ing money...

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