The modern love economy turns seduction into calculus. Beats that once celebrated devotion now sound like quarterly reports scored by 808s. GloRilla’s defiance, Nicki Minaj’s audit of desire, Lil Kim’s monetized mantra—each line announces a shift from victimhood to strategy. Yet beneath the glitter hides an inversion of the oldest script: men no longer appear as sole hunters. Women fluent in the dialect of scarcity sometimes pursue wounded men as capital—resources measured in status, income, or insecurity.