Monae and I walked down the strip of 125th street in Harlem, holding hands. Ever since that night I blew her back out, me and her has been inseparable. I haven't seen Tony and Quan much since I been getting to the money.
My man's think that I'm pussy whipped, but it's been a minute since I felt the way that I do about a female. She really understands a nigga and I must admit, she makes a nigga want to keep getting the bread so she can keep her fine ass in the designer.
I don't mind spoiling my lady. She deserves it.
It was a cold, but sunny day out here in Harlem. You could see the cool air every time I exhaled and inhaled. The sound of cars beeping their horns in the streets and the sound of vendors playing their music echoed through the air.
Mr. Loverman (Shabba) Mr. Loverman (Shabba) Mr. Loverman (Shabba) Mr. Loverman
"What you wanna eat baby?", Monae asked me as she looked down at her freshly manicured nails.
"Shit I don't know", I shrugged. "I don't care".
"Mhm...how about we go to Vinateria", Monae suggested as she looked in my direction, before a small smile crept across her lips.
"Fuck is that?" I asked, then staring at her.
I caught her gaze and returned a small smile back. Damn, this girl is breathtaking. I don't care if she wanted to go to the corner store and get a chopped cheese burger with a dollar Arizona tea. Anything she want I'ma give it to her.
"Italian food babe. I'm tired of Sylvia's we go there all the time and its making me gain weight", she whined as she pointed to her "nowhere near fat" belly.
Champion lover, no ease up tonight, no Champion lover, gonna make you feel alright, yeah-hey Champion lover, no ease up tonight, no Champion lover, nice me up tonight
I shrugged my shoulders before adjusting my NY Knicks cap.
"I'm coo wit that.", I say as we started to cross the busy street of Frederick Douglass Blvd. I never really spent too much time up here before I met Monae.
My side and this side still beefing, and although the shit at the tunnel died down I keep the nine on my hip. Niggas know me and what I'ma bout and they might try me. I can't get caught naked out here in these grimy streets.
We crossed the street together looking like the best couple New York has ever seen. Monae in her Mink coat, her hair in that sexy ass bang and a pair of Fendi shearling platform booties. She topped her look off with a purple, over-sized Louis Vuitton tote bag, red shades and fingernails.
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