𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇𝐿𝐸𝑆𝑆 | roddy ricch

𝑠𝑖𝑥 (ℎ2)

Ashanti 💄
los angeles, ca
8:43

Roddy started the car and we left the beach.

It was silent for a couple of minutes.

"so...are you talkin about me in your songs?"
he asked.

I turned to him.
"You listen to my songs?"

He chuckled.
"i been listening from the beginning."

Aw.

"Oh... well I guess in some of the songs I maybe was talking about you..."

He nodded.

There was silence again.

"it's late... wanna just go to a hotel? ion feel like driving an hour back."

An hour? Bitch.

"Roddy it doesn't take 1 hour to get back."

"i know but i wanna be alone with you and not with them loud ass people at home." he replied.

I didn't wanna go home either after that whole thing with me getting wet so I agreed and texted our groupchat so they don't get worried and send out a search party.
Jay isn't in it of course

*imessage
crips on tour♿️

ashantiisdaqueen:
me and roddy
just gonna go to
a hotel. its too long
of a drive and we both
tired. don't wait up.

breebreebree:
🍆🍑

nickimaraj:
so are we done with
jay?

wintnigger:
🍆🍑

donbovaginaeater:
🍆🍑

hennessynotdadrink:
🍆🍑

birdburger:
can y'all bring home
mcdonalds when y'all
get home.

ashantiisdaqueen:
bird we have food at home.

birdburger:
no plzz.

ashanriisdaqueen:
fine. watchu want.

birdburger:
big mac and a happy meal.

breebreebree:
nigga you're a grown man.

birdburger:
smd.
read.
end of text.

We pulled up to this five star hotel that Roddy booked.

(yep. five star. i missed the way this nigga spoil me)

We got to our room, and I immediately flopped on the bed.

"I'm so tired!!"
I yelled.

I heard Roddy chuckle, and flop on top of me.

"Nigga get off of me!"