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Big-ass chain 'round my neck so these niggas know I'm rich And I don't need shit but the dick Big-ass stack in this purse so these niggas know I'm workin' I'm holdin' this Glock in my Birkin Niggas gotta hold that L tryna come for my pen I'm really finna make another M Now tell me how the fuck I'm in the wrong if I don't want the nigga And he still ain't fuckin' with the bitch
Megan and Normani laugh loudly and joyfully as they dance around the rapper's spacious bedroom, holding hands with large grins plastered on their faces. The energy in the room is light-hearted and fun, as the bass booms all around them.
This week has been stressful for them both, given their busy schedules. After a full week apart, the two close friends hope to enjoy their weekend-long sleepover without any responsibilities getting in the way.
Right now, they're unwinding with a few drinks and some music while they make a fool of themselves on Instagram live. They have a reservation at one of the hottest restaurants in L. A in about two hours. In Megan's eyes, this is the perfect way to pass the time until then.
"Get over here, Mani!" Megan says through her boisterous laugh, pulling her friend closer into the frame of the camera. "Let 'em see your pretty face, come on!"
The deep brown skinned beauty dancing beside her was shying away from the lense, as she often does. The rapper can't recount the amount of times Normani has merely sat on the floor playing around with her phone, while Megan, Kellon, and Coochie indulged in the real fun.
Granted, Normani was going through something during most of those times. A rather difficult breakup. However, Megan can tell she's recovered quite well from that now. Normani seems happier. Her smile is even brighter, if that's possible, and the younger woman appears to be growing into her full self. She's a bit bolder now, though her overall shyness and sweetness is still very much present.
Megan hopes she's right about Normani's emotional state. Seeing her in such pain hurt her deeply and she never wants to see her friend like that again. Right now, all she wants to do is show Normani's cute, happy, dancing self off to her millions of followers. She won't let her be tucked away in a corner this time.
Normani giggles, responding to Megan's request with a bubbly, "Okay, okay!"
Megan pulls her in closer and wraps her arms around her waist from behind. Both women stare at the iPhone camera perched on a ring light, and burst into fits of laughter as they keep moving around to the music, mouthing the lyrics all the while.
Sorry, hoes hate me 'cause I'm the it girl I ain't never asked to be the shit, girl Don't call me "sis, " 'cause I'm not your sister You really need to come and get your mister Seein' all my opps linked up in a picture Everybody look busted, injured Stalkin' my page, bitch probably wanna scissor All in her mouth like I kissed her
