You know that feeling when you’re running on three hours of sleep and yesterday’s mascara but your account finally has money in it? Walking into the world with your hair done, outfit sharp, feeling yourself so goddamn hard that men either step aside or step up. Then one of them actually delivers on something you weren’t expecting, and suddenly your whole night pivots from “I’m handling my business” to “okay maybe I’ll handle this business too.” That’s where I live half the time—oscillating between boss mode and the kind of distraction that makes you forty minutes late to everything because priorities shifted. Simone Ruth gets it. She made a whole track about juggling hustle, hunger, and the men who accidentally earn their way into your rotation by actually knowing what the fuck they’re doing. ‘Priceless’ is that track.
The track walks in dripping. “Got this gold piece in my tooth / Swarovski on the left / Don’t ask me what I paid for it / I hustle, show respect” — she’s flexing before the beat even settles. The confidence here is earned, tangible, the kind you build yourself when nobody’s handing you shit. She worked for the gold tooth and the crystals, and she’s making damn sure you know it. Every syllable drips with that energy.
But then she drops the line that rewrites the entire vibe: “This head just blew my mind / I’m not talking ’bout his brain.” Holy shit. The delivery is so smooth you almost miss how filthy it is. I mean, if the head’s that good he can keep his résumé – I’ve already hired him. Then she doubles down with “I think he went to college / Must’ve done well in AP Lang” — the joke is she’s crediting his academic skills for what his mouth just did. Education matters but she’s talking about a completely different kind of expertise. I’m fucking obsessed with how she plays it: the wink in her voice, the confidence to be this sexually forward while keeping it playful.
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What makes this track work is how Simone refuses to smooth out the mess. She’s glam and tough, sharp-tongued and exhausted. “Matte / Black / Bitch / She a ghetto one / I gotta handle this / Everyone remain calm” — there’s humor here with aggressive self-awareness. She’s acknowledging the chaos she’s about to cause while telling everyone else to chill. Then she pivots: “Fat / Black / Bitch / I gotta handle this.” She’s taking words that get thrown at Black women as insults and turning them into something else entirely. Flipping it. This is someone who knows exactly who she is and won’t apologize for any of it.
The track keeps moving and so does she. “I cashed out today / No perks without the pain / No shelter when it rains.” There’s grind embedded in every line. The money’s hers because she earned it. Period. The glamour doesn’t hide the fact that she’s still grinding constantly. Success made everything louder, that’s it. Didn’t make shit easier. And the men? “This one come to conversate / Take me out, this ain’t a date / Hour pass, I’m running late.” If he’s not a date he’s a service. She’s drawing boundaries. You want to talk? Fine. But this isn’t romance and she’s already thinking about the next thing on her list. Clock’s ticking. Energy divided between actual priorities and whoever might be worth the distraction.
The refrain—“All I’m saying / Can I haaaang with you? / Fairytales are not bad dreams”—adds a layer that complicates the bravado. There’s longing tucked into the swagger, a flicker of wanting connection even while maintaining control. She’s asking to hang, testing the vibe, but she’s framing it carefully. Fairytales aren’t automatically disasters. Maybe, just maybe, something good could happen here. The vulnerability is brief, threaded through the track without ever fully softening the edges.
Simone Ruth’s been at this since 2019, refining a sound that started way back when she was five years old performing with the Washington Ballet. DC-based now, running her own label, producing her own shit. She went from dancer to vocalist to someone who refuses to stay in one lane. Her recent stuff—Poison EP, ‘Got it Babe’ with Jerome Richardson, ‘Club High’ with Palm Tree$—shows how she moves between genres without losing herself in the process. ‘Priceless’ fits right in with that energy. Bold and messy in the best way.
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What this track really nails is the balance between feminine power and exhaustion. Simone’s not pretending everything’s easy. She’s tired, running late, juggling too much, and still showing up with gold teeth and confidence. The men in the song are sidebars—some earn their place by actually being competent (shout-out to AP Lang skills applied elsewhere), others are just taking up time she doesn’t have. She’s in control, but control is fucking exhausting when you’re the one always handling everything.
The production matches the chaos – punchy yet minimal in spots, leaving room for her voice to dominate. The beat doesn’t overcomplicate things – it lets Simone be the focal point which is exactly where she belongs. This is a track built for windows-down drives when you’re feeling yourself, for pregames where the energy needs to shift from “should we go out?” to “we’re absolutely going out,” for moments when you need to remember you’re the goddamn prize.
So yeah, Simone Ruth made a track about owning your sexuality, your money, your mouth, and your moods. She made it loud, gritty, and real. She flexed, laughed at herself, and drew boundaries. She balanced hustle with hunger and confidence and gave us a song that understands what it’s like to be a woman juggling everything while still having the audacity to demand more. That’s priceless.
