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"I love you marie real talk we in the studio post to be having fun and tweaking are music we can deal with them later" Santana said causing Ann to wipe her tears.
"So wipe that pretty face and let's get our ass in the booth imma go first" Santana said walking up to the audio technition to find a beat he wants for his song he named material girl. After the beat was found he stepped in the booth.
"Ight so let your creativity flow through it's okay to be nervous" Chris said he pressed some buttons and the beat started to flow.
"I want Chanel 9 boots All these niggas steady jockin' 'Cause they know I'm the truth (Material girl) And I get it from my mammy Balmain, bustdowns, these hoes can't stand me (Material girl) Currently working on a Grammy Meanwhile, pussy poppin' with ya man in Miami (Material girl) Chanels and pearls That's the trick that it takes to keep the girls"
"I don't want no petty money, nigga, run them bands (run them bands) Private Island living ,chillin' with Toucan Sam Fucking billionaire ballers, rap shit got me grand (ah) Motorsport do the dash, drop the top in the Lamb' Chanel Bags, that'll make me know it (yeah) You need a hot girl? Boy, you gon' have to show it You wanna taste, baby boy? you gon' have to throw it Deposit all accounts, baby, keep the cash flowin' Bust down wrist but, but the bustdown keep 'em going Hennessy on my lips, take a sip I like my niggas laid, don't come here with no chips How much is you payin'? (Payin') I don't speak broke boy language (nah) You can leave with the crew that you came with (came with) Me and my bitches ain't playing (gon' on) Ice me out, nigga, like Elsa Fly me out, private jet, no Delta You can send your bitch back to the shelter You ain't got no money, bitch, I can't help ya"
"Yessir bestieee eating" Ann yelled as Santana walked out the booth
" bitch Omg I was shitting bricks did I really eat?"
"Yes tanaaa oouuuu they finna love you"
" you got potential fasho if you serious bout it I can run it back and add some tweaks to it " chris said
"Omg yes please" Santana said with a cheesy smile.
"Ight. You getting in the booth too?" Chris asked
"Yes let me get my song book"
Ann grabbed her song book and went over to Chris and sat in the chair. She told him the melody she wanted and within no time he quickly found a tune. She was finally ready to go in the booth. She was nervous asl and it showed but she just blocked everything out and put the headphones on.
