Pop that red balloon

Verse 1:

I see you coming through, but let me make it clear,

A man with multiple baby mommas, you can disappear.

Not about the drama, I’m just seeking peace,

If your past’s a mess, then my interest will cease.

You think you’re cute? But I need more than looks,

If you can't handle pressure, then I won't read your book.

When you look at me wrong, boy, it’s a wrap,

Ain't nobody got time for that kind of crap.

Chorus:

I’m the prize, baby, can’t you see?

If you don’t meet my standards, then you’re not for me.

From your vibe to your hustle, I’ve got high expectations,

So if you don’t fit the mold, it’s a balloon deflation.

Pop that balloon, pop that balloon,

You better come correct or I’m leaving you soon.

Verse 2:

Nine to five grind? Yeah, I respect the hustle,

But if you’re just clocking in without any muscle,

I need ambition, a vision for the future,

Caught up in the routine, boy, I’m not your tutor.

Yeah, I want a king, someone who can rise,

Not settling for less when I’m such a prize.

You gotta show me something, got to bring the heat,

Or I’ll let that red balloon feel the defeat.

Chorus:

I’m the prize, baby, can’t you see?

If you don’t meet my standards, then you’re not for me.

From your vibe to your hustle, I’ve got high expectations,

So if you don’t fit the mold, it’s a balloon deflation.

Pop that balloon, pop that balloon,

You better come correct or I’m leaving you soon.

Bridge:

I’m rising high, know my worth and my name,

Ain’t playing no games, boy, it’s all in the frame.

So if you think you’re ready, gotta bring your A-game,

Or I’ll be popping that balloon, and it’ll be a shame.

Outro:

Pop that balloon, if you can’t keep up,

I’m the prize to be won, filled with self-love.

So don’t step to me if you can’t hold it down,

If you don’t meet my qualifications, you’re leaving town.

Pop that balloon, pop that balloon,

You better come correct or I’m leaving you soon.