STOP PLAYING WITH MY FUCKING MONEY Polo Energy [INTRO — spoken, cold] Nah, nah, nah… We gotta stop doing this shit. If I loan it— PAY IT BACK. If I spot you— PAY IT BACK. If I put my name behind you— DON’T MAKE ME REGRET THAT SHIT. And don’t come with me three weeks later talking about, “Oh, I forgot.” Bitch, I didn’t. ⸻ [VERSE 1] I gave you money when you needed it, now suddenly your memory disappeared. Funny how you knew my number when your situation wasn’t clear. You said, “I’ll pay you Friday.” Friday came— silence. Saturday— silence. Sunday— you posting brunch like you found financial enlightenment. Now Monday you texting: “I’ma get you.” Get me what? My fucking money. Don’t give me explanations, give me what you owe. I ain’t running a charity, and this ain’t HBO. You say your account got hit, something came out unexpectedly. Okay… But why the fuck am I the one who has to suffer from your emergency? Your emergency ain’t supposed to become my expense. ⸻ [PRE-CHORUS] My money ain’t imaginary. My time ain’t disposable. My patience ain’t unlimited. And my kindness? That’s not a payment plan. ⸻ [CHORUS — HUGE] STOP PLAYING WITH MY FUCKING MONEY! If I loan it— GIVE THAT SHIT BACK! If I spot you— RUN THAT SHIT BACK! If you said Friday, don’t call me Tuesday. Don’t make me chase you for something you promised to do. STOP PLAYING WITH MY FUCKING MONEY! My money don’t grow on trees. And stop playing with my time— I got shit to do, motherfucker, I got places I need to be! ⸻ [VERSE 2 — RAP / PUNCHLINE HEAVY] You had money for liquor, money for weed, money for clothes, money for weed again— But suddenly my $200 got you fighting demons? Priorities got a budget, but somehow I’m always last. You can spend it in a minute then take three weeks to give it back. You bought something unnecessary the same day that you got paid. Then when I ask about my money— “Damn, Polo, why you stressing me?” I’m not stressing you. I’m requesting what you owe. There’s a difference. Don’t confuse my patience with permission. I gave you an opportunity— not ownership of my position. You don’t get to borrow my money then act like I’m being rude. You ain’t offended by my question. You’re offended I remembered you. ⸻ [SCENARIO BREAK — PHONE CALL] “Hey, what’s up? You got my money?” “Oh… yeah, I was actually gonna—” STOP. Don’t tell me what you were gonna do. Tell me when you’re doing it. “I’ll have it next week.” You said that last week. That’s not a schedule. That’s a sequel. ⸻ [CHORUS] STOP PLAYING WITH MY FUCKING MONEY! If I loan it— GIVE THAT SHIT BACK! If I spot you— RUN THAT SHIT BACK! If you said Friday, don’t call me Tuesday. Don’t make me chase you for something you promised to do. STOP PLAYING WITH MY FUCKING MONEY! My money don’t grow on trees. And stop playing with my time— I got shit to do, motherfucker, I got places I need to be! ⸻ [VERSE 3 — DIFFERENT SCENARIOS] You borrowed money for rent— then bought concert tickets. Borrowed money for groceries— now you’re posting restaurant pictures. Borrowed money for your phone bill— but somehow got new sneakers. Don’t tell me you’re broke while your Instagram says you’re eating. You borrowed money for gas— then took a road trip. Borrowed money saying, “I swear I’ma pay you quick.” Then three weeks go by and you act brand new. You don’t have a money problem. You got a responsibility problem. That’s the shit I’m talking about. And if you can’t pay me back? SAY THAT. Don’t disappear. Don’t dodge. Don’t suddenly become spiritually unavailable. COMMUNICATE. Because I can respect, “Polo, I don’t have it yet.” What I can’t respect is— you having everything except the fucking conversation. ⸻ [BRIDGE — SOULFUL, BUILDING] My time is money. My money is time. Every hour I spend trying to chase what’s mine is an hour I could’ve spent building something better. So when you waste my time, you ain’t just wasting minutes— you’re touching my future. And that’s where I draw the line. ⸻ [BEAT DROPS] You want me to understand? Understand this: I work for mine. I plan for mine. I sacrifice for mine. So don’t take my discipline and finance your lack of it. That’s not friendship. That’s financial manipulation. ⸻ [FINAL VERSE — FIRE DELIVERY] I ain’t your bank. I ain’t your lender. I ain’t your emergency fund because you can’t remember. My generosity got boundaries now. You want another loan? Pay the first one. You want another favor? Handle the last one. You want another opportunity? Show me what you learned. Because I’m done financing people who refuse to grow. You call it being stingy— I call it protecting what I built. You call me difficult— I call it a receipt. You call me impatient— I call it respecting my time. And if asking for my own money makes me the bad guy? Then fucking cash the check and let me be the villain. ⸻ Polo Energy
