Let Me Know

(Yeah, yeah)
How you doin', baby? (Uh)
I know you heard around (yeah, yeah)
I know you heard a whole lot done changed, huh? (Uh, good job) (yeah, yeah)
You probably feel like you shoulda made a better decision
But it's all good (yeah, yeah)
You can still call me
Tap in (ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)

I wonder, do you still got that chain with your name on it?
The one that I bought you 'round 2018
Took you 'round the world couple times, showed you better livin'
Baby girl, you'll never meet a nigga like me
A lot of shit changed, money got way bigger
Real estate out the way, all my whips on fleek
Now I ride around by myself, two-seater
Got respect everywhere I go 'cause I'm a real G

I remember when you first took that flight (that flight)
The first thing I noticed was that beautiful smile
It's your birthday today, I sent some roses to your crib
I ain't really have to, but, shit, you know my style
Now a nigga solo in this Grand Nash (Grand Nash)
You can always call me, you ain't gotta ask
I don't got too many friends, but I got cash (tokens)
Hittin it from the-, grippin' on that mag, what's happenin'?

I like your style, it's so unique
Maybe we should link up sometime next week
Chill for a minute, grab somethin' to eat
Let a nigga know, love
Let a nigga know
(Let a nigga know, love)
(Let a nigga know)
I'ma scoop you from the airport in this drop
I'ma make a reservation sometime 'round nine
Let a nigga know, love (let a nigga know)

I wonder, do you still got that house out the way?
With the two-car garage, just to let me park the G (let me park the G)
I was on some whole other shit back then
Had to hit her with the game like, "Choose on a P" (choose on a P)
A lot of shit changed, I don't even fuck around
Just keepin' people 'round that really fuck with me (fuck with me)
Pockets got bigger and my crib did too
Got a spot out the way with a view you wouldn't believe (for real)

I remember when I first took you to eat (haha)
First thing I said, "Baby, got hella style" (for real)
It's yo' birthday today, I sent some roses to yo' office
I ain't really have to, but shit, you know my style (know my style)
Word around town, you ain't got a man (you ain't got a man)
If you free next week, we should make plans (we should make plans)
I never thought that I'll feel this way again (ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)
Now I'm hittin' it from the-, grippin' on that-, damn
What's happenin'?

I like your style, it's so unique
Maybe we should link up sometime next week
Chill for a minute, grab somethin' to eat
Let a nigga know, love
Let a nigga know
(Let a nigga know, love)
(Let a nigga know)
I'ma scoop you from the airport in this drop
I'ma make a reservation sometime 'round nine
Let a nigga know, love (let a nigga know)

Shh, damn
Uh, man
Night shift, uh
Night shift
Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy



Credits
Writer(s): Larry June, Ronald Nathan Latour
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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