Lyrics No More – Nasty C
I used to be a bum a*s n**ga, I’m not no more
I used to be a quitter, I’m not no more
So damn bitter, I’m not no more
Not no more, oh no no
Six in the morning I get up for gua-pa-pa
Luxury cars and the gara-rage
Christian Dior for the Fa-fa-ra-fah, fah, fah
Make the numbers go
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, ra, ah, ah
Make the numbers go
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, ra, ah, ah
Eish, I was even broke in December
Couldn’t bring girls to the crib if they see the way I live
Then I might just be a virgin forever, but me I was clever
Used to tell the h0es that my friend was my brother
But his mother was my step one ’cause his place was better
No tape on the windows, the couch real leather
And they had a helper
How come I don’t see you on the wall they would ask me
You’re the only one that’s not tall in your family
God blessed me in other places and frankly
There’s nothing I can do about the cards that he hands me
So, skip the chatter
I’ve got something to show you
Climb into this bed let me bend and fold you
You already know how that story ends
I’m so much better than the old me when
I used to be a bum a*s n**ga, I’m not no more
I used to be a quitter, I’m not no more
So damn bitter, I’m not no more
Not no more, oh no no
Six in the morning I get up for gua-pa-pa
Luxury cars and the gara-rage
Christian Dior for the Fa-fa-ra-fah, fah, fah
Make the numbers go
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, ra, ah, ah
Make the numbers go
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, ra, ah, ah
I’m kinda up right now and it’s a blessing man
You couldn’t make me feel like I’m any less a man
You see the passport tatted like a Mexican
How could you second-guess the man
b!tch you must be on coke tryna skip me like a Pepsi can
I got songs for a n**ga at his desk to jam
For a n**ga with a rope around his neck to jam
That’s why they ride for me like a Manchester fan
For the b!tches that just wanna pop X and dance
Saving up and going to get their chest enhanced
I even got the slow jam heaters for my cheaters
Who wanna call their girls up for a second chance
But f**k the chatter
I’ve got something to show you
So when I get my Grammy I can tell you I told you
And only God knows how my story ends
But I’m so much better than the old me when…
➤ Written by Nasty C
Nasty C | 2023
