[Music] Nasty C – Bookoo Bucks ft. Lil Gotit & Lil Keed [+ Lyrics]

South African hip-hop sensation, Nasty C, delivers a standout track titled "Bookoo Bucks". This single showcases his signature style and lyrical prowess, making it a must-have addition to any music lover’s collection.

"Bookoo Bucks" is part of the acclaimed project, "Zulu Man With Some Power", which dropped in 2020 and quickly gained widespread attention. The album highlights Nasty C’s versatility and growth as an artist, with this particular song standing out for its catchy beat and memorable verses.

Adding to the track’s appeal are guest appearances from the talented Lil Gotit and Lil Keed, who bring their unique energy and flow, complementing the vibe perfectly. Their contributions help elevate "Bookoo Bucks" into a dynamic collaboration that resonates with fans of both hip-hop and rap.

If you’re looking to expand your playlist with fresh sounds, this record is definitely worth your attention. Dive into the rhythm, enjoy the clever wordplay, and experience the synergy between these artists.

Feel free to listen, download, and share your thoughts on "Bookoo Bucks" below; your feedback is always appreciated.

Nasty C Bookoo Bucks Lyrics:
Bookoo bucks (Yeah), foreign coupe rush (Yeah)
Do too much (Yeah), shop too much (Yeah)
I'm too up, I'm feelin' a rush
Haters on hush (Yeah), wrists so slush

I'm too up, with two sluts (High)
I'm too up, give two fucks (High)
Up the pump, bitch, what's up? (High)
Windows up, geeked as fuck (High)

Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot)
Niggas steady talking like they know me (Ooh woah, woah)
Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh woah, woah)
Oh wee, oh wee

Taking shit back to my old days, yeah
Fuckin this paper, no foreplay, yeah
I can't be caught out by no low stakes
When my name in their mouth like it's Colgate, yeah

I've been running this shit up with no brakes
Nigga, get in my way and it's road rage, yeah
Poles give that nigga pole face, yeah
Ghost give that nigga ghost face, yeah

Touch down ATL, long flight straight out that jungle (Jungle)
I walked outta customs and got to it, I don't play about that hustle
You've got a bag, but this ain't bag, yeah, this is a duffle
She got a ass, but she ain't that bad
She gotta be humble (Humble, humble, yeah)

Bookoo bucks (Yeah), foreign coupe rush (Yeah)
Do too much (Yeah), shop too much (Yeah)
I'm too up, I'm feelin' a rush
Haters on hush (Yeah), wrists so slush

I'm too up, with two sluts (High)
I'm too up, give two fucks (High)
Up the pump, bitch, what's up? (High)
Windows up, geeked as fuck (High)

Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot)
Niggas steady talking like they know me (Ooh woah, woah)
Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh woah, woah)
Oh wee, oh wee

I'm in a big body, Dior my sock body (Big body)
Shooters gon' ride 'bout me (Brrt, brrt)
Tell me what's your location (Brrt)
Mask up, no cases (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Penthouse, no babies
Gucci down, yeah, I'm crazy
Keep sticks, got Glocks with a laser (Keep sticks)
Yeah, go hard for my people
I keep a weapon, it's lethal
I'm runnin' up bands like a cheetah (The bands)
Cut off your thumb, we don't beef through no message
.223 hit him, it came out his belly (Doo-doo, doo-doo)
Flooded my mouth with [?], looking edgy
Smoke out the pack, then we sip on the extra
Bet the Maybach drive itself like a Tesla (Skrr, skrr)
Steppin' on shit, yeah, my footprint be leather (Steppin' on shit)
Go cop a demon, I call it the devil (Go cop a demon)
I keep some green on me, talking 'bout [?]Bookoo bucks (Yeah), foreign coupe rush (Yeah, yeah)
Do too much (Yeah), shop too much (We slatt, you digg?)
I'm too up, I'm feelin' a rush (Yeah, yeah)
Haters on hush (Yeah), wrists so slush (Rainbow)

I'm too up, with two sluts (High)
I'm too up, give two fucks (High)
Up the pump, bitch, what's up? (High)
Windows up, geeked as fuck (High)

Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot)
Niggas steady talking like they know me (Ooh woah, woah)
Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh woah, woah)
Oh wee, oh wee

Rock to a two-four, ain't talkin' Kobe (Two-four)
Nigga talkin' out his neck, I don't even know him
Nigga talkin' fake ass, tell a nigga to show me (Let's go)
Spinnin' on the block, man, lookin' like [?]Black and white diamonds, Andy Griffiith, I ain't [?]Told her put her little bitty mouth on my tool
Say hey, hey

Went and put that Cartier watch on my wrist
Man, be nasty, we slime in a Bentley
Wishin' to genies, my top off the 'Ghini
I came from the bottom
She came in bikinis (Came from the bottom, yeah)
We blow the top off the opp in a minute (Baow)
Ya'll niggas' songs ain't having no meanings (No meanings)
Do that lil' slime
Chop it up like zucchini (Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop)
Oh woah (Chop, chop, chop, chop)

Bookoo bucks (Yeah), foreign coupe rush (Yeah, yeah)
Do too much (Yeah), shop too much (We slatt, you digg?)
I'm too up, I'm feelin' a rush (Yeah, yeah)
Haters on hush (Yeah), wrists so slush (Rainbow)

I'm too up, with two sluts (High)
I'm too up, give two fucks (High)
Up the pump, bitch, what's up? (High)
Windows up, geeked as fuck (High)

Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot)
Niggas steady talking like they know me (Ooh woah, woah)
Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh woah, woah)
Oh wee, oh wee