[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)