No More Nasty C

[Chorus]
I used to be a bum ass nigga, I'm not no more
Used to be a quitter, I'm not no more
So damn bitter, I'm not no more
Not no more, oh no-no

[Post-Chorus]
Six in the mornin' I get up, for guap-pa-pa
Luxury cars and the gara-rage
Christian Dior for the fa-fa-ra-fah, fah, fah
Make the numbers go:
Rata-tata-tata-tata
Rata-tata-tata-tata
Rata-tata-tata-tata, ra
I, make the numbers go
Rata-tata-tata-tata
Rata-tata-tata-tata
Rata-tata-tata-tata, ra (I, I)

[Verse 1]
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 hoes 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 nothin' I can do about the cards that he hands me
So skip the chatter, I got somethin' 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—