Done with the games

Yeah—

I ain’t chasing no bitch, I’m chasing that paper,

If she wanna walk out, see you fucking later.

I got goals on my mind, got a bag to collect,

I ain’t losing my sleep over who I can text.

Fuck all that begging, “baby, where you at?”

I got money to make, I ain’t worried about that.

She can leave with the next, I ain’t losing no sleep,

I got bills on the table and some dreams to achieve.

I used to give a fuck, now I really don’t care,

If she wants to disappear, she can vanish in air.

I ain’t double-texting, I ain’t calling all night,

If she don’t wanna come through, then the fuck that’s alright.

I’m married to the hustle, committed to the grind,

Money on my brain, got success on my mind.

I don’t need validation from a damn relationship,

I’m building my empire, let the whole shit rip.

She said, “Why you don’t chase me?” Bitch, chase yourself,

I got too much going on, I’m investing in wealth.

You can keep all the games, keep the drama and lies,

I’m looking at the future while you watching my replies.

I ain’t thirsty for attention, I ain’t begging for love,

I know what the fuck I’m worth, I ain’t settling for crumbs.

If you want me, come correct, if you don’t, that’s cool,

I ain’t breaking my back trying to follow your rules.

Fuck chasing women, I’m chasing the check,

Fuck proving my worth, I already know I’m the best.

Every minute I waste is a minute I lose,

So I’m putting in work while they making excuses.

I got hustle in my veins, got ambition in my chest,

Turned the pain into fuel, now I’m coming for the best.

Ain’t nobody gonna save me, so I’m saving myself,

Put my energy in money, put my focus in wealth.

She can post with another dude, I won’t even react,

I’m too busy making moves, I ain’t worried about that.

Let her think I’m heartless, let her call me cold,

I just learned that my time ain’t something to be sold.

I ain’t chasing no ass, I ain’t chasing no fame,

I’m chasing bigger checks with my motherfucking name.

If she rides, then she rides, if she leaves, let her go,

I’m still headed forward, that’s the only thing I know.

So fuck the games, fuck the drama, fuck begging for a text,

I’m focused on the money and what’s coming up next.

I don’t chase—I’m the prize, better get that shit straight,

I’m building something real while they sit around and wait.

Yeah—

No chasing.

No begging.

No bullshit.

Just money, ambition, and motherfucking progress.

If she comes, cool.

If she goes, cool.

I’m still gonna win.