Is You Game Or Nah?

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Is You Game Or Nah?

Lavish POV

I woke up in my million dollar house in my million dollar king bed rocking my million dollar smile cause I'm living  lavish, hell thass my name init?

"Morning dukes, wassup?" I asked my mother who was in the kitchen fixing some yummy ass breakfast. See, I don't need these hoes cause my moms do all that wifey shit. She cook, she clean and she give me love.

"Morning baby. What you doing today?" She asked me passing me a plate of my bacon and eggs. What am I doing today? Getting richer than yesterday duh.

"Making money. I got work to do with Ray. Why you asking?" I responded checking the time on my Rolex. I gotta be out.

"Its my birthday." I heard my mama mumble and I damn near choked on my food. Shit, old people still get those? I can't believe I done forgot about my moms like that.

"Oh word? I know it is. You thought I forgot?" I lied getting up to grab one of the many car keys I got. You don't ever catch me slipping b.

"I got you your favorite car dukes." I lied again throwing one of my Benz keys at her but she wasn't having it.

"Lavish! You got me a Benz last year and the year before. I don't want gifts no more, I'm getting old." She whined passing the keys back to me and I sighed. She caught me.

"So what you want?" I asked kissing her chubby ass cheeks, I for sure knew what she wanted. She want me to quit the game and do some legal shit but see that ain't happening.

"I wanna spend time with my son."

"Word? Shit aight. I'll take you out tonight." I replied giving her a hug, I gotta take care of some business but I'm all hers tonight.

I grabbed my car keys and walked out the house to my 12 car garage. A nigguh lucked up.

Leilani  POV.

I woke up real early knowing today is a Saturday and I go check on my dads trap every Saturday morning after visiting his grave. Gotta make sure Big Boss trap stay bossed up.

I got into my shower and took care of my hygiene, tied my hair up knowing damn well I'm not putting my make up on today. I'm going to visit my fathers grave and it ain't no way in hell my make up won't get ruined when I cry.

"What to wear though?" I questioned looking into my walk in closet. I grabbed my Nike outfit, got dressed grabbed one of the many car keys I leave lying around and walked out looking fly as fuck.  You know you lit when you a 10 out of 10 with no make up.

I got into my drop top benz busting my music aloud to distract me from hearing what these hoes on the side of the street got to say about me.

"Rain drop. Drop top. Smokin' on the cookie  in the hot box..." I rapped along to Migos till I pulled up to the grave site.

Man I come here every week but it don't get easier. My daddy gone. Ine gon' have no one to walk me down the isle.

"I miss you ol'man." I sighed wiping the dirt off his grey grave to see his name clearer.

Vinecent BigBoss Jackson

I sat there talking out loud as if I'm actually talking to my actual father till I felt eyes staring me down. Shit, I know I'm not the only one who comes here and talks to the dead.

I looked to my far right and saw a young black man sitting next to one of the graves next to my daddies, talking. I could see by the look on his face that whoever died meant a lot to him so I stopped talking and decided to listen to home boys conversation.

"Its moms birthday today...man she really miss waking up to your dumbass." He joked as if he was talking to an actual person and I couldn't help but smirk cause his voice sounded hella good.

"The money been coming good and these hoes been cumming good too." He said and I chuckled at his last comment. This nigguh goofy.

Lavish POV.

I was steady chilling at my dads grave talking to my pops till I heard a chuckle not so far from where I was at. No one comes to visit this early.

"You better be laughing at your own conversation girl." I told the girl who was eavesdropping on my conversation. I couldn't see her nicely but it looked like shawty was fine as fuck. Big ass, pretty face and a cute laugh.

"Sorry. Ine mean to." She apologized getting up from where she was sitting to walk up closer to me. I could see her hips swaying from left to right in them shorts and I couldn't help but lick my lips.

"I never see nobody around here." She spoke up staring me down. Yeah she fasho like what she see.

I nodded looking up at her face. I was now sitting next to my pops grave and she was standing beside it.

"Who you come to see?" I asked breaking the silence. If I'm lucky by the end of this conversation she'd be sucking my dick in front of all these dead people.

"You asking my ass or me, homeboy?" She snapped when she saw me looking at her goods. Lil mama feisty huh?

"My bad. Sorry I'm Lavish, nice to meet you?" I introduced myself getting up from the ground.

"Leilani." She said bluntly before we both walked to where our cars was parked at. Still hoping I get head outta this.

"Where you headed to? I was about to get some breakfast an-" she cut me off leaning on my car.

"I'm not sucking your dick cause you offered to buy me breakfast. I am hungry though." She spoke up and a look of dissapointment came on to my face. Man she look like her head game lit but I'll still take her out for  breakfast.

"Ain't nobody want head from yo' ass anyway. Meet me at iHOP." I responded getting into my car after walking her to hers. I don't never spend money on hoes but she lucky.