Songtext zu 'Nacho' von Rocko

I'm rosa fella with this man
Rich nigga shit, you out your league
Keep that broke shit over there, it's not your lead
Poker face, that molly mean
7 Litter, feet 12, this not your speed
Fast lane, race you, beat you out your car
You ain't got no pink slip, that's not your car
I'm caked up, ion give no fuck!
You can only club for me, this not your club!
Turn up!
We own this bitch, this not your shit
Bring the tip, make the cheddar, I'm on my nacho shit
Take money, I'm out your hoe
Why finess you out yo dough, that's not yo dough
Ha ha ha, you said that was yours
Survey said it's nachos
You said that you run the town
The streets say that's nachos

You say she your girl, she say she's
Not yours, tell her how we play she
Not yours, this girl my surreal
Not yours, heavy on the chatter
Not yours, ain't one, is the cheese
Not yours, throw it on the dick
Not yours, all these fucking chips
Not yours, all these fucking chips
Not yours

She's everybody girl, she's ain't mine, she's not yours
First come, first serve, count the nachos
Told we ain't gonna steady, I'm not your type
Babe, you're looking for a dude, still (not your guy!)
Yeah, fuck that, please say that's not your wife
But we train a real nigga, boy that's not your life!
Twin roogers on me now, I'm a hooligan
Walk up in the spot, they'll be like oh, not you again!
Yeah, me (what you got) colossal dough
Nigga wanna be free, don't let 'em, not your dough
Favorite food the chicken, topic on the taco
Extra mossarella, nachos!
Yeah, yeah, no comprende!
Are you talking about that? Oh!
Yeah, it's not your cheese, is mine! Extra cheddar
Turn on big bag
Turn on chips!

You say she your girl, she say she's
Not yours, tell her how we play she
Not yours, this girl my surreal
Not yours, heavy on the chatter
Not yours, ain't one, is the cheese
Not yours, throw it on the dick
Not yours, all these fucking chips
Not yours, all these fucking chips
Not yours