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No Cap
2,865
Hip-Hop/Rap
No Cap was released on December 18, 2025 by The Machine Works/Atlantic as a part of the album Parkside Santa 2
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Release DateDecember 18, 2025
LabelThe Machine Works/Atlantic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MoneySign Suede
MoneySign Suede
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Loeman
Adam Loeman
Songwriter
Jaime Brugada Valdez
Jaime Brugada Valdez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Loeman
Adam Loeman
Producer
Will Steller
Will Steller
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
What you talking 'bout? ****, what you talking 'bout?
What you talking 'bout?
****, what you talking 'bout?
Talking 'bout my name
Yeah, yeah (Hah)
[Verse 1]
What you talking 'bout? ****, what you talking 'bout? (What you talking 'bout?)
**** lying, they ain't living what they rapping 'bout (**** cap)
**** going in so I can make it out (So I can make it out)
Made a promise, take my people out the fucking drought (Out the fucking drought)
Time is clicking, where the motherfucking cake at? (Where the cake at?)
I been working, where my motherfucking rake at? (Where my motherfucking rake at?)
You don't love me? Why the fuck you even say that? (Why you say that?)
You don't love me, but they gon' love me in the Maybach (Ayy, ayy)
Keep it stepping, I don't need no fake love (Nah, nah)
Act right, why the fuck you acting dumb? (Why you acting dumb?)
Thought you was the one, but you was numb (You was numb)
You done changed, so on you, I'ma stunt (I'm a flexer)
No gym, I ain't fit, but I'm a flexer (I'm a flexer)
I be moving, I be stepping, he a stepper (He a stepper)
I want racks, the motherfucking go-getter (Go-getter)
'Bout my shit, 'bout my chips, no Chester (Ayy)
No cap, no cap, I'ma spazz on 'em (I'ma spazz on 'em)
Shorty says she like the way I swag on 'em (How I swag on 'em)
Don't you worry 'bout that lame, baby, stack on 'em (Baby, stack on 'em)
**** dissing, fuck around and put a bag on 'em (Hah)
I got a 40, I ain't talking 'bout no beer, **** ('Bout no beer, ****)
You was talking and popped it out, now you a fear **** (You a scary ****)
She like me better, shorty say that you a weird **** (You a weird ****)
You a lame, can't kick it 'round here, ****
You **** funny, can't believe that's what you said (Thought you was my ****)
You was in my DMs tryna text (You was tryna talk)
You even said that I was next (You was on my dick)
Solid like a rock, but you **** got me bent
Everything I say, swear to God I don't invent (I don't invent)
I don't pretend, keep it real, I don't pretend (I don't pretend)
Cut me off, I ain't even buy the bag (I ain't buy the bag)
Addicted to the money, I'm just tryna get a check (Tryna get a check)
Ayy, fuck it, no hook, ayy, lil' bitch, I'm smoking skunk
I ain't nothing like you ****, I ain't never faked the funk
I'm just a lil' **** grew sleeping in them bunks
I been through so much shit, ain't have nothin' but a blunt (Ayy)
I be feeling crazy, I got way too many thoughts
But how I'm feeling down if a **** at the top? (If a **** at the top)
When you doing good, they gon' wanna see you flop
They gon' wanna see you down and never make it out the block (On God)
[Outro]
They gon' wanna see you
[Instrumental]
Naw, I told y'all ****, man, I ain't playing with y'all, man
I been really tryna stay consistent and shit, man
Man, fuck the struggle, ****, we 'bout to make it out, man
On God, ****
Written by: Adam Loeman, Jaime Brugada Valdez
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