Ashanti Moore has been labeled a notorious player since high school. She believes that love and romance is overrated, but has become bored by the player lifestyle.
Normani Hamilton, solo star on the rise. She's killing the pop game and is all about...
"I know you in high demand, I'm ballin' on a pussy nigga like Juwanna Mann, I'm drownin' all inside the pussy like I never swam, Ayy, fuck your IG, I put somethin' on your sonogram, I'm the man" -J.Cole
March 10th 2018 10:10pm.
Ashanti
I knock on Damiun's door, ready to pregame with the squad. If this man doesn't hurry up and answer thi-
"Hey baby sis, you looking fresh tonight"
"Dame don't try me, I stay draggin'. Peep the chain, watch, and the diamond frontz" I say flexing my jewelry.
"How them Long Beach apartment bills treating you?" Leland says laughing jumping in the conversation. This nigga always got jokes.
"The same way them LA bills rey treat you when you move out here. You joking right now but your money don't go as long out here playboy." I say pouring myself a shot of Dusse, trying to catch up to them.
"See that's where you're wrong my money long where ever I go. This music producer shit is taking off for me, plus I don't spend rent money on chains and grillz." Leland says in a joking tone but I can tell he serious.
"Damn Nigga did I fuck your bitch, tf you coming at me for. And just for the record I didn't buy this with rent money.... I got a sugar mama and she bought it for me." I say while laughing but I'm being deadass.
"Yo I just wanna see you win, sorry if it comes off as harsh." He says sincerely.
I nod in understanding and take my shot. I know Leland means well. If I'm being honest with myself, my career has been on a decline for a hot minute. Money has been pretty tight for me lately and I've dipped into my savings a few times. My boys can tell something is up but they know better than to ask me about my financial situation.
I think about asking the sugar mama I'm messing with for help with bills and stuff like that, but the independent part of me won't allow myself to do that. I just let her buy me gifts or whatever else she wanna get me, but I'll be damned if I ever ask for some shit.
"Enough with the sappy shit. We taking shots of Ciroc, smoking this blunt then heading to the club, cool? Cool." Damiun says interrupting my thoughts and passing shots our way.
"Oh you tryna die tonight. I mean you mixing white and brown liquor before we even hit the club?" Lee says just looking at his drink.
"What you scared?" Damiun says while downing his shot.
Lee takes his shot and flips Dame off. I take my shot laughing at the two of them.
"Yo, where is Keith? He's still coming right?" I ask Damiun.
"Oh he called just before you got here." Lee says taking a hit of the blunt before passing it to me.
"Yeah he said he'll meet us at the club. He's running late, something dealing with his gir- HEY NIGGA PUFF PUFF PASS" Dame says taking the blunt from me mumbling some shit under his breath.
"Bro you sound like a fucking fiend." I say laughing.
"Keith and his mysterious, clingy girlfriend. I bet you she not tryna let him go out, that's why he's running late....couldn't be me" I say to them. They nod their heads in agreement.
After finishing the blunt, we spray some cologne on ourselves, call a Lyft, and head to the club. It was around 11 when we arrived, and the club was jumping.
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