[Verse 1] Her name is Nona, the myth, the flame, Sits on a bar stool, rewrites the game. Breathes in the air, says, "Ain’t no old," At the stove cookin’ stories worth more than gold. Peanut butter fudge on a countertop shrine, Got a blunt in her hand, and she’s doin’ just fine. Call her up, "Hey buttercup," she’ll reply, You’re the crazy one, she’s just high-flyin' by. [Chorus] Her name is Nona, say it loud, say it proud, She’s the storm, she’s the cloud, she’s the laugh in the crowd. Not a granny, she’s a U ME, that’s facts, Nona got the heat, Nona got the raps. [Verse 2] Stirring fudge, her rhythm don’t quit, Bars so sweet, every line’s a hit. "Kelly approves," yeah, stamp that seal, Nona’s the realest, she’s the whole damn meal. Blunt smoke rises, thoughts take flight, Nona’s in the kitchen, she owns the night. On the cusp of crazy? Nah, just free, We do what we want, that’s the Nona decree. [Chorus] Her name is Nona, say it loud, say it proud, She’s the storm, she’s the cloud, she’s the laugh in the crowd. Not a granny, she’s a U ME, that’s facts, Nona got the heat, Nona got the raps.
