Yeah… I don’t pay for attention, I take it. Don’t beg for love — I break it. I don’t simp, bitch — I step and dip You chase clout hoes, I make ’em strip You blow checks tryin’ to earn a kiss I fuck, clean up, then delete the pics No free love — that shit taxed Heart on freeze, pockets stay stacked You chase queens who don’t text back I drop mine — she spins right back Bro in her DMs like “please, you glow” I’m in her bed like “hurry up, let's go” You buy her meals, you buy her clothes I buy her silence — then tell her go home She want roses, you bring bouquets I bring pipe, leave her sideways You say “queen,” I say “don’t play” She call you sweet — she call me “bae” Whole culture soft, y’all worship ass Pay rent on girls who laugh at your cash I fuck first try, no strings attached You buy pics — I break her back You fall in love ‘cause she winked one time I hit twice — didn’t spend one dime You call her goddess — you out your mind She call me “ruin,” and still reclines I don’t simp, bitch — I step and dip You chase clout hoes, I make ’em strip You blow checks tryin’ to earn a kiss I fuck, clean up, then delete the pics No free love — that shit taxed Heart on freeze, pockets stay stacked You chase queens who don’t text back I drop mine — she spins right back Y’all beg for crumbs like puppies starved Throw “queen” around but she swipes your card You build her throne — she build a wall I build a nut — then block her call Simps buy flights, buy bags, buy dreams I buy rubbers and Uber receipts She lick my neck, you kiss her feet You pay her bills — I pay her sheets Y’all pray for love in the comments, clown I pray she stay quiet when the lights go down She say you sweet, she say I’m foul But she still text when she creeps downtown You want a wife — she want attention I want throat — she want dimension Love in a phone? Nah, fuck affection Real game don’t beg — it demands confession I don’t simp, bitch — I step and dip You chase clout hoes, I make ’em strip You blow checks tryin’ to earn a kiss I fuck, clean up, then delete the pics No free love — that shit taxed Heart on freeze, pockets stay stacked You chase queens who don’t text back I drop mine — she spins right back I don’t pay for love. I don’t chase. I attract… Then detach.