Let’s get one thing straight before I break a nail on your dusty little ego:
I don’t date potential. I date profit.
I’m not here to split bills, lower standards, or pretend your “ambition” is enough to keep my attention warm at night. I don’t do 50/50. I do spoiled, worshipped, and paid for—with interest.
Why?
Because I’m allergic to broke.
No, seriously. I break out in bad attitudes, dry panties, and blocked numbers. 😘
💄 You Can’t Afford This Attitude
This pout? It takes time.
These curves? They don’t maintain themselves.
This brat energy? It’s a luxury item—not clearance rack behavior.
So when a man approaches me with, “I ain’t rich, but I got a good heart,” I smile… and send him to the friend zone like it’s a customer service line with no manager in sight.
Call me shallow, but baby—I’m just self-aware.
And self-aware girls don’t do struggle love.
💅 Spoiled Is My Love Language
You want my attention? It costs.
You want my affection? That’s a monthly subscription.
You want to be called “daddy”? Then act like you own something besides a half-used debit card.
Because Tiffany Love doesn’t chase. I choose.
And if you’re not ready to pay, praise, and provide, then sweetie… you’re just a free trial in a world of platinum memberships.
💸 Broke Boys Give Me Hives
Men love to say, “Not all girls want money.”
That’s true. But this one does.
I want bags, bills paid, trips booked, and nails done before breakfast.
I want to look good, feel spoiled, and hear your card swipe like it’s a love song.
So unless your wallet’s thick, your vibe’s giving platinum, and your hands know how to hold a Louis bag and this ass…
Tiffany Love is not the girl for you.
And trust me, baby—that’s your loss.
Now go get your money up, not your feelings.
💋
Tiffany Love
Professional Brat. Spoil Me or Be Gone.