You Got My Soul (Bryson Tiller)

Hit 'Em Up

(Bianca in the mm)

Bryson POV✨
"Daddy, look!" Harley shook my shoulder. I looked up from my laptop and watched as she danced to the instrumental of the new track I was working on.

"Wow, that was beautiful, baby." I clapped.

"I know." She placed her and on her hip and smiled. What a diva.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, alerting me that I got a text.

One message from Bianca💦

Bianca💦: Hey bby, can I come over? (6:37 PM)

I sighed and typed back.

Me: Not now, B, I'm workin. (6:39 PM)

Bianca💦: Come on, i kno some other things we could work on😈😈 (6:40 PM)

"Look, daddy, I can do a twirl!" Harley cheered as she spun around in messy circles.

Me: nah B, i got ma lil girl wit me (6:41 PM)

Bianca💦: take her to ur moms place then (6:41 PM)

Me: B, i need to spend time wit Harley aight? (6:41 PM)

Bianca💦: Oh come on, i need 2 spend some quality time with my daddy too💦💦(6:43 PM)

I shook my head and left her on read. Bianca and I had been hookin' up since she dropped out of college in order to be a video vixen 6 months ago. I had no intention of ever using her in one of my videos, but she was always down to fuck whenever I wanted, so I kept her close. But now, she was startin' to get too clingy, gettin' defensive when I talk to girls like we a thing or whatever, but we aint. She don't even know anything about me. All she know is that I hit it right and I got this money rollin' in.

I swear, hoes be sayin' they love you and shit once they see how fat your wallet is. I played the instrumental from the beginning as I scratched my beard. Suddenly, I had an idea.

"Harley, baby, can you give daddy a couple minutes to work? Go watch PBS Kids, okay?"

"Okay. Bye, daddy." Harley waved goodbye before exiting the room.
I rubbed my hands together and cleared my throat, replaying the instrumental one more time. The words just came out of me, as if I had already written the song and was singing it for the hundredth time.

Got money now you done switched up on me,
I used to think about how you would act when a nigga got money, now you done switched up on me,
Now you wanna say "what's up" to me,
Okay, so now ya wanna make love to me,
Girl, if you don't get the fuck from me,
I know you thought we had somethin, special, but you don't mean nun' to me,
Girl, I'm sorry you not the one for me...

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"Damn, cuz!" My homeboy Jaden shoved my shoulder. "That shit was fire, bruh! THIS THA SHIT I DON'T CONDONE IT, CHEATIN' ON YO MAN BUT YOU CAN GET IT IF YOU WANT IT!"

I laughed as he danced to imaginary music. Jaden had my back since I dropped outta high school. He been by my side for six years now, and he was always the first to listen to my new songs. He's been helping me pick and choose songs that should be in my upcoming album, Trapsoul.

"Damn, Jaden," I shook my head and closed my laptop. "You sure know how to crack a nigga up."

"Uncle Jaden!" Harley skipped into the room and hugged Jaden's leg. "Daddy and me made a self-portrait yesterday! Come see!"