Yeah, I was swipin’ like a sponsor, playin’ ATM,
You was livin’ off my hustle, never sayin’ “thank him.”
New bag, new nails, whole life on my dime,
But you never showed love, just receipts and a timeline.
I was grindin’ for the both of us, you loungin’ in the sun,
I was payin’ for your fun while you acted like you won.
Now I’m lookin’ at the math — girl, the numbers don’t lie,
You was livin’ like a queen off a regular guy.
I’m done payin’ for your lifestyle, baby, that’s dead.
No more bills, no more brands, no more runnin’ up my bread.
You can flex on your own time, live how you like,
But my wallet ain’t your lifeline — I’m cuttin’ off the swipe.
You was treatin’ me like payroll, clockin’ in when you need,
Only hit me on the late nights when you wanted somethin’ free.
I was blinded by the pretty, by the perfume and the pose,
But the moment that I slowed up, you was ghost — that’s cold.
Now I’m focused on my pockets, on my peace, on my grind,
You can find another sponsor, but it won’t be mine.
I ain’t bitter, I’m just better, got my standards on high,
If you ain’t bringin’ nothin’ with you, then you gettin’ denied.
I’m done payin’ for your lifestyle, baby, that’s dead.
No more bills, no more brands, no more runnin’ up my bread.
You can flex on your own time, live how you like,
But my wallet ain’t your lifeline — I’m cuttin’ off the swipe.
I ain’t mad, I’m awake now, see the game for what it is,
You was treatin’ me like credit, not a partner you could build with.
Now I’m spendin’ on myself, stackin’ up, stayin’ wise,
And you somewhere tryna figure why the well ran dry.
No more “can you,” no more “baby, I need,”
I’m reclaimin’ every dollar, every ounce of my peace.
You can chase another sponsor, but I’m done with that life,
I’m movin’ on, movin’ up — and I’m takin’ back my swipe.
