[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