Opulent (Cardi B & August Alsina)

3.

Marlenis Santos

Lorenzo stood there, pondering the ultimatum I had given him, but then he started walking towards the house, bringing a big smile to my face.

"You made the right choice" I smirked, while following behind him.

"Yeah, we'a see about that."

I rolled my eyes at him.

We got inside the house and he went into the guess room he was sleeping in. I went into the master bedroom and showered. I changed into my lounge wear, a tee shirt and boy shorts, and I put my wig up in a bun. I had a few days off before I had to do a couple more shows all over the states that my agent had booked me for.

I laid out on my bed to relax, and I was scrolling through Instagram. My fans kept tagging me in this post the shaderoom put up. It was a video of Lorenzo and I getting into my car while Dwyane cleared the way. The caption was 'Who do we think Cardi's new boy toy is?'

I fucking had it and decided to get on Live so I can check some shit. I set my phone up on the dresser and I made sure I was decent, and started the live.

IamCardiB's live:

I'm gone wait till some more muhfuckas get in this bitch.

Once my views got to 80k, it was go time.

Screen record this shit, do whatever the fuck y'all gotta' do. So by now, since i'm still fucking trending on twitter for minding my damn business, let me address this shit.

Y'all are MAD disrespectful! Y'all see me helping a nigga out, and y'all call him a fucking stray?! That's what we doing now? That make sense to y'all?! If that's the case, most of y'all are fucking strays! last time I check, only 1% of the world is wealthy, bitch. ONE PERCENT! Correct me if i'm wrong, bitch.

Who raised y'all? Twitter finger ass hoes get on these apps and disrespect another human being, because he is less fortunate than ya? What the hell? Stop looking down your nose at others, and help people for a change and we would have a better world to live in! The paparazzi said some unforgivable shit to me and this man, and all I did was try to help him. He almost fucking left cause them niggas was talking so reckless.

It's crazy because I see celebrities with way more money than me shitting on the less fortunate and y'all don't do or say shit. But here I come, helping niggas and y'all all on my dick. Where was all this noise when shorty roll down the window and ask a man on the bus stop for a ride and was laughing at him and shit? I threw shade at my enemy. If that was me, I would have gave that man a ride or gave him a stack or something. Y'all niggas is buggin'. Me and Y'all are not the same. I ALWAYS give back, and I'on eve got that much money compared to these billionaires that don't do shit, but try to be the richest in the world instead of giving riches to the world.

So, I said all that to say this. Do not ask me about him, don't ask me his fucking name or why I did what I did. Leave him the fuck alone, he did not ask for this. If I see you talking shit, i'm gone drag you by your edges, if you got any bitch. Suck a shitty asshole! Bye.

IamCardiB's live ended with 150k viewers.

I was so tight before I started the live, but I always felt better after getting shit off of my chest. The shade room and other tea pages started posting clips from my live instantly. I connected my phone to the charger and I went to go check on Lorenzo. I stood at his door and then knocked on it.

"Come in."

"You good in here?" I asked while plopping down on his bed.

"I'm straight."