Lyrics Let Me Know – Rob49 ft. Peezy
Yeah, let me know, four-hundred thousand in a month
I think God made this s**t happen ’cause that four my lucky number
Yeah, let ’em know, that ain’t the engine, that’s the trunk
Thanking God he made it happen, I made a million last month
Yeah, he made a million last month, but he still touchin’ fetty, wap
Only thing I touch is weed, so that’s the difference between us
She don’t trust me, well, f**k her, I ain’t given them b**ches nothin’
Only thing I’m gon’ do is re-up, then go trap a lil’ harder, yeah
Let me know somethin’
You ever trap with marijuana
Let me know somethin’
You ever bought a b**ch a Prada
Let me know somethin’
You ever paid for a b**ch body
Let me know somethin’
Yeah
I did, I done paid for a b**ch body
If I want a ho, she mine dawgy, I don’t care if she no thottie
I’m in Cleveland, after my show, I got ’em chasing me through the lobby
S**ttin’ on ’em, I need a potty
Kickin’ s**t just like karate
I’m a Scorpio, I’m stiff as hell, I don’t f**k with everybody
I love my young b**ch ’cause she loyal and she don’t f**k with everybody
I hop out, fresh as hell, new Louis s**t, all white just like Yo Gotti
Independent just like Dolph with 20M’s, you know I’m signin’
Been neglecting my relationship at home, I’m on the road
Ain’t got time to please my b**ch, I’m gettin’ thirty for a show
Just my post up at the store, I’m just a trapper, I can’t go
I can’t be out there too long, the police still be takin’ pictures
We was young as hell with glizzies, I ridin’ ’round with pitchers
Spin your block and catch our victims
Smoke yo’ a*s just like a Swisher
If this rap s**t don’t work, I’m going to get back in my kitchen
Still can post up on my block and sell my dope, so I ain’t trippin’, yeah
Let me know somethin’
You ever trap with marijuana
Let me know somethin’
You ever bought a b**ch a Prada
Let me know somethin’
You ever paid for a b**ch body
Let me know somethin’
Yeah
Let me know, I’m still fussin’ with my ho
I be sneakin’ when I’m outside, I can’t bring her to my shows
Treat my young ho like she grown, she get money and she turnt
I’m a Pisces so I peep all that lil’ f**k s**t n**gas doin’
Poppin’ s**t like GloRilla, sauced up, lookin’ like a nugget
Solitaires on my left arm, look like Cinderella boogers
Yeah, Izzy did this, two-hundred thousand for the kit
Took a lot of losses, try to win, it is what it is
Put my trust in all my guys, I pray they don’t let me down
Every time they come around, I can’t stand them n**gas vibes
I’ve been trappin’ out of town, I’ma get my money right
Murders all around this b**ch, treat my city like Iraq, n**ga
Yeah, I’m tryna rap and stop the trap
I told bro that I’ma stop once I touch this last pack
Only listen to my daddy when he say them n**gas’ rats
You ain’t got the black and white to keep 49 out the mix
Know they told you that I’m up and I’m taking care the hood
I got Turkish like the turkey drive, them n**gas never know it
I ain’t gotta say nothin’, I just chill and lay back
I’m a quiet cool n**ga, but I still’ll pop a hat
Let me know somethin’
You ever trap with marijuana
Let me know somethin’
You ever bought a b**ch a Prada
Let me know somethin’
You ever paid for a b**ch body
Let me know somethin’
Yeah…
