Lyrics

[Chorus] She not used to it, yeah (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) She not used to it, yeah (yeah, yeah) This money, she not used to it, yeah (yeah, yeah) Get fly, she not used to it, yeah (yeah, yeah) I can get you used to it, yeah (yeah, yeah) [Verse] She gettin' better [?] Niggas mad 'cause I make a lot Run it up like I hit the lotto I was broke rocking Aéropostale Now I'm on my shit She think I'm the shit M's on my fits Funny how life is man I-I ain't got no children, but these niggas they my children I ain't got no children, man, these niggas act like children I ain't got no children, but these niggas act like children Stack my guap to the ceiling Stack my guap like a building She thought we was building Bi-Bitch we just chilling Nigga I don't sip lean But I love to party, Sweet Sixteen [Outro] She not used to it, yeah (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)