Is You Game Or Nah?

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Is You Game Or Nah?

Lavish POV.

We both got into our cars and by what Shawty was driving I could tell she was balling too. She a bitch who got her money right, ain't nun more attractive than that.

We pulled up to iHOP and she parked her car next to mines. Shit we got the best cars here. I looked at my review mirror before I got out to make sure a nigguh still look on point, and I did.

"You are so full of yaself it almost ain't attractive." Leilani commented when I finally got out my whip but ine say nun.

Leilani POV

Lavish and I walked in and of course all eyes were on us. Niggas was drooling and bitches was muggin. I'm not even flexing y'all cause this happen all the time.

"Can we sit at the back?" I asked him and he nodded following me to the back. Damn, all these hoes giving him attention and he not paying them no mind. He respectful like that.

We found ourselves a booth and soon our waitress came through with our menus. I'm bout to empty this man bank account cause I'm hungry.

"Lavish oh my lawd, this you?" Our waitress spoke up and I could tell by Lavish face he didn't remember the poor girl at all. Honestly with the make up she got on, she'd be easy to remember. She look like a canvas.

"Sorry, who you is again?" Lavish asked scratching the back of his head like he being questioned or some shit. Ine bout that third wheel life so I should prolly tell her to get back to serving tables.

"You said I was the best you ever had." She spoke again and this time I bust out laughing.

"Well clearly you wasn't. Can we order now?" I told her grabbing the menus from out her hand and she was mean mugging me harrrrrd. If only she knew whose daughter she was bout to disrespect.

We made our orders and I won't be surprised if my food got spit in it or whatever.

"You need not to be mean to my hoes man." Lavish started taking my attention off my phone. I'm not about to talk about his hoes so I looked back at my phone ignoring him.

"Aight fine. What you wanna talk about? What's your favorite colour?" He asked and I looked up with a smile. That's more like it. Fr though, what is my favorite color? It'd have to be cocaine white cause that's all I ever see when I'm at my pops trap.

"Cocaine white? Yours?" I spoke bluntly and he looked impressed by my answer. Yeah b, girls bout that life too.

"Shiiet, you gangsta ain't ya?" He chuckled licking his pink lips and I went blind for a minute cause that shit was sexy.

Our plates finally came and I had to check mine first to see if the waitress didn't drop a piece of her 5 dollar weave into my bacon or her fake eye lashes.