Jacquees, BR3 - Used to This lyrics

What's happenin' hey
Jacquees

Money to the ceiling
I know you ain't used to this livin'
Have you shinin' like Christmas
I'ma take shawty with me
I be Bobby and you be Whitney
And we don't fuss,  we don't fight
And we don't fuss, we don't fight
And we don't fuss, we don't fight

Part of me been thinking wait a minute
The other half just want extended living
So pardon me if I'm confused a little
Bout how you can bring
So many different feelings
And the money is tempting
Irrational bitches be so so gone
Flat when the 64 on, tryna push it
Push back 'til your back beat gone
But honesty and loyalty would
Make your backbone strong
Are my intentions matching your intentions?
It's a beautiful situation
Ain't no counter interest
Hate and jealousy in your pocket
Still it bust your britches
And if pressure could cut a diamond
We got diamond stitches army mission
Salute a Major or a major vision
Ain't no playin' with it
You been ridin’ like a
Shawty with extended clips
And since you miss’s, bliss you miss me
Cause a kiss can make you slip
And when you trip, extended seasons fall in
I’m all in and when you got my head ringin’
I’ma call you
And if you springin’ every summer
I’ma foul you
And when we mood switch, mood rings bring
Every move that I love when
Your mood ring change

Money to the ceiling
I know you ain't used to this livin'
Have you shinin' like Christmas
I'ma take shawty with me
I be Bobby and you be Whitney
And we don't fuss, we don't fight
And we don't fuss, we don't fight
And we don't fuss, we don't fight

Extended trips out to the monastery
Yoga classes in the riviera
I went from nothing to something
More complicated than baby
I know it’s crazy, but you’ve been here
I’ve got a practical answer to every doubt
And every red carpet trip, we’ll be in there
White folks and swimwear
If you still don’t get the picture
Paint it clearer
Here’s a mirror, you can sit here
My counter part, every literal question
Receive a literal answer ain’t no bus fare
Share meals like lunch care
Redeals and point there
You mad, then punch here
And that wasn’t a punch-line either
If they bring the blueprint
Baby got my ether
Redline when they bring that fever
More clouds than a southern preacher, yep
Ride or die, I done found my sheeple (Woah)
To gain a queen is part of your everything
And piles become a nation and
Haters are just a thing
She badder than your Rhianna
She under my Christmas tree
Got a present for my past and
Future that’s yet to be

Money to the ceiling
I know you ain't used to this livin'
Have you shinin' like Christmas
I'ma take shawty with me
I be Bobby and you be Whitney
And we don't fuss, we don't fight
And we don't fuss, we don't fight
And we don't fuss, we don't fight