Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
novocaine beats
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Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ricardo pimienta
ricardo pimienta
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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novocaine beats
Producer

Lyrics

Ballin', I ain't never starvin'
Money on my phone, broke ho, stop callin'
Blacked-out whip when I slide, I'm ghost
**** talkin' down, but he broke, that's jokes
Chrome piece in the console, leather grippin' tight
I ain't lookin' for no love, just a zip and a flight
She bad, she fine, she ain't messy
But I treat her like a rental — quick, don't test me
Put my dick in, now she textin' like she missin' me
Popped a lil' molly, now my jaw feelin' history
Haters in my city always speakin' on my name
But I'm up and above it, they forever stay the same
Gold chain dancin' in the moonlight, icy
**** throw shade, but these bullets move spicy
Bitch say she got five, I said, "Nah, I need ten"
If the bag ain't heavy, why the fuck would I spend?
Still slidin' with the pole in the backseat
Tried to line me — caught him slippin' at the swap meet
Bitch want Chanel, I want peace
But I still fucked her raw in the back of the Jeep
Two bad hoes, one white, one Rican
One roll woods, other sneaky and tweakin'
Came from the mud, but I shine like a beacon
Whole block quiet when I pull up, ain't speakin'
Ballin', I ain't never starvin'
Money on my phone, broke ho, stop callin'
Blacked-out whip when I slide, I'm ghost
**** talkin' down, but he broke, that's jokes
Chrome piece in the console, leather grippin' tight
I ain't lookin' for no love, just a zip and a flight
She bad, she fine, she ain't messy
But I treat her like a rental — quick, don't test me
Don't invite me to your function if it's weird in the air
Brodie got that switch tucked deep in the Moncler
Ho wanna argue, but I already won
Blocked her mid-voice note, then booked me a run
Bitch built thick like she came outta anime
Told her I don't chase, I replace, and I validate
I don't need a soul, just a Glock and a clean fit
Still duckin' opps and these hoes on that mean shit
Money first, feelings last, that’s the code, ****
I ain't beefin' on no app, I just load, ****
Keep the envy out my circle, I don't fold, ****
Hustle 'til I die, iced out and cold, ****
Written by: ricardo pimienta
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