He said, “Baby, I invest” With a grin and a brand-new vest I said, “Cool, but can you cook?” He showed me charts and a green-lit look He checks his phone at dinner time “Just one more dip, I’m doing fine” I ask, “Is that your side chick?” He says, “No babe, that’s a candlestick” He got dreams in a leather chair Half of them are floating air I just laugh and take his hand Say, “Let’s see if your plan can stand” My crypto boy, my crypto boy He buys the dip like it’s a toy My crypto boy, my crypto boy He says “to the moon” and I say “boy” (hold my bag) (hold my bag) (please don’t rug, please don’t rug) He wears black like a market crash Talks in codes and loves his cash Bought me flowers, then a cold brew Paid in coins and said, “That’ll do” He name-drops trends at every bar Talks about “protocols” in his car I just nod and steal his fries While his little graphs go up and die He says, “Trust me, I’ve got skin” I say, “Baby, where’s the win?” He smiles like he knows the game Then forgets his own first name My crypto boy, my crypto boy He buys the dip like it’s a toy My crypto boy, my crypto boy He says “to the moon” and I say “boy” (hold my bag) (hold my bag) (please don’t rug, please don’t rug) Last week he swore we’d be set Now he’s staring at the sunset I kissed him on his worried head Said, “Relax, we got rent instead” He can chase that market thrill I’ll chase my laugh and pay the bill If he tanks, I’ll still be here For the snacks and the soft-launch fear My crypto boy, my crypto boy He buys the dip like it’s a toy My crypto boy, my crypto boy He says “to the moon” and I say “boy” (hold my bag) (hold my bag) (please don’t rug, please don’t rug)
