Nacho, Not Your Girl

Neon on the carpet

Paint peel, walls sweat

Bass in my bones, yeah

Teeth chatter from the set

Nacho cheese on my fingers

Cash crumbs on the floor

Nacho girl, nacho angel

I’m the sin you can’t afford

Nacho cup in your section

But my ice still pour

Nacho seat at my table

Got you standing at the door

Not your savior

Not your safe word

Not your baby

Not your main girl

Not your shortcut

To a strange world

Not your anything

But your favorite curse word

Nacho, not your girl

Nacho, not your world

Nacho, not your turn

But you still might learn

Nacho, not your girl

Nacho, not your world

Nacho, not your turn

But you still might… burn

Nacho plate, but you reaching

Greedy hand in my zone

Nacho stage, but you preaching

While I’m grinding on the throne

Not your good time guarantee

Not your “call when you feel weak”

Not your ride home, not your room key

I’m the reason that you can’t sleep

Nacho type, but you like this

Nacho shot, but you sip

Nacho rules in my building

Not your ego I tip

Nacho problem to be fixing

Not your wish come true

I’m the glitch in your vision

Every frame says “not you”

Not your comfort

Not your conscience

Not your promise

Not your prize

Nacho, nacho, nacho

Watch the truth liquefy

Not your anything

Just the thought stuck in your mind

Catch that crunch, that queso drip

Cheese on the side of a full-stack flip

You salty, shaky, snack-sized op

I’m the whole plate, you a one-chip prop

You nacho plug, nacho boss

Nacho wins, that’s nacho sauce

Nacho wave, nacho floor

Nacho set, that’s nacho door

This that Nacho house

But it’s not your house (nah)

You ain’t paid that cost

You can’t walk this route (woo)

This that Nacho house

But it’s not your house

Whole club screaming loud

“This that nacho, not your house!”

Talk that talk, but your tab unpaid

I got bands, I don’t flash, I parade

VIP, wrist so cold it’s numb

You still at the line, tryna beg to get in, like “come?”

That’s nacho table, nacho bottle

Nacho lane, we full-throttle

Nacho DJ, nacho drop

Nacho bass when the floorboard pop

You not your lies, you not your views

You not your likes, you not your shoes

All that drip still dries by two

I’m the after-hours, when the real ones move