[Intro – Talked, playful sass] First of the month, honey… Where’s my check? Glow-ups don’t pay for themselves. [Verse 1 – Country-pop melody] Hung up my apron, slipped on my heels, Done with your games, I’m closing the deals. Trad-wife chapter? Girl, that’s past tense, Now I want child support and dollars, not cents. You kept the truck, I kept my pride, Mascara runs, but I still shine. I’ve got lashes long and rent to fight, Baby, glow-ups ain’t free on a Friday night. [Chorus – Hook, chant-style pop] Where’s my child support? (Hey!) Glow-ups need funding, cut that short. Your daddy days don’t pay my bills, But Sephora does, and I need refills. Where’s my child support? (Yeah!) Trad-wife’s gone, the glow-up’s tight. Mommy’s got plans and they start tonight, Where’s my check? I’m done. [Verse 2 – Rap-sass breakdown] Wine glass raised, I’m free at last, You stuck in your flannel, livin’ in the past. Baby bottles, rent receipts, You ghost my calls but pay for these beats. Highlight shimmer, nails on point, He left the fam but I run the joint. So don’t play broke, don’t fake that fight, Cut the check — I’m out tonight. [Bridge – Talked, glam-girl shade] Oh, you mad now? Mad your wallet’s my new bestie? Oops… guess mommy’s glow-up costs money. See you in court, sugar. [Final Chorus – Repeated x2, add laugh FX] Where’s my child support? 💋 Glow-ups need funding, cut that short. Friday night glam, I own the light, Where’s my check? I’m done.
