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𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫
𝟖:𝟑𝟎 𝐏𝐌
𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰, 𝐓𝐗."Ariana I want you to hear a song I did. I think you'll like it.", he says to change up the mood.
"Okay, I'll listen.", I tell him. I followed him to wherever he was taking, but turns out we were going to his car.
He drove a black Suburban, which is known car for rich people to drive over they have their own personal driver who drives them. I was shocked he owned one by himself.
He opens the passenger door for me and I climbed inside, sitting back as he closed it. He walks over to the driver's side, getting in and turning on the car.
"I feel like this is something you wrote back in your young days.", I assumed, causing him to chuckle.
"Yeah, it is, but it was a hit in New York. Had the whole New York jamming to this.", he connects his phone to his bluetooth radio, and it begins to play.
What that nigga want, God?
Word up, look out for the cops though (Wu-Tang five finger shit, fam)
Cash rules-
Word up, two for fives over here, baby
Word up, two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way
Word up, know what I'm sayin'?
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get-
Yeah, check this old fly shit out, word up
(Cash rules everything around me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money)
(Dollar dollar bill, y'all) Here we, here we go, check this shit, yo..
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Fanfiction𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 (/𝐟ə𝐫ˈ𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐧/): 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝; 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝. "There is no pretending. I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there's a life after that, I'll love you then. I'm falling in love with you more and more everyd...