作词 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Andre Brissett/Jason Pounds

作曲 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Andre Brissett/Jason Pounds

What

We gon' make it, knock on wood

We gon' make it, knock on wood

Used to wish that I could ball, yeah, I used to wish I could

Fifty thousand on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet

Yeah, I'm only 29, but I still ain't hit my peak

'Cause I (What), uh, I'm out of sight

Quarter million for a '67, yeah, I think I might, uh (What)

I think I did, God damn, think I did

Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib

Then I dig up in the rib (What)

We gon' make it, knock on wood

We gon' make it, knock on wood (What)

Used to wish that I could ball

Yeah, I used to wish I could

Now with millions in the bank

My only question is I should (What)

Scared money don't make none, yeah, I"m good

Fifty fifty on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet

Yeah, I'm only 29, but I still ain't hit my peak

Put a bullet through your sheet, put your body in the earth

Like a cleat, like a (What, what), like a cleat

Bobby gon' body the beat, then you know he gon' repeat

'Cause I'm what? Out of sight

'Cause I'm (What), I'm out of sight

Quarter million for a '67, yeah, I think I might, uh

I think I did, hold up now, I think I did

Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib

Then I dig up in the rib

Fifty million in the bank, hundred million on my mind

If I die tomorrow, at least I done had one hell of a time

Switch the flow up when I rhyme

Switch the flow up when I rhyme

People throwin' shade 'cause I shine

Fifty thousand in the pot, I just threw in twenty blind

Shooting craps in the alley, I bet all the food stamps

Now my house in the valley make me wanna do the dance, like

We gon' make it, knock on wood

We gon' make it, knock on wood

Used to wish that I could ball, yeah, I used to wish I could

Fifty thousand on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet

Yeah, I'm only 29, but I still ain't hit my peak

'Cause I (What), uh, I'm out of sight

Quarter million for a '67, yeah, I think I might, uh (What)

I think I did, God damn, I think I did

Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib

Then I dig up in the rib (What)

We gon' make it, knock on wood

We gon' make it, knock on wood (What)

People always told me I would never make it out my hood

Yeah, I made it, knock on wood

Now I made it, knock on wood

All the money we makin' keep circulatin' like it should

What, what

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