Peanut was back and forth counting the money while his homeboy Draco and K-Gutta counted the pills laid out in front of them with precision. Everything down to Molly, Ecstasy, Viagra and even Percs were all waiting to be bagged and sold to the nearest addict or even to one of them high top politicians all the way down to the scatter brained ass college kids looking for a high mg of adderall for their studies.
They had a bitch Shonda and her fine ass sister Quan butt-ass naked in the backroom weighing kilos of Coke and distributing them into separate weight categories from vials to eight balls. Peanut was fucking Shonda and Gutta on Quon. Sometimes they would switch it up for the fuck of it but with the dailt $3000 cut the boys gave Shonda and her sister had them seeing the money and not the morals. Shonda had 3 girls ages 4,5 and 1 she needed the money bad while her sister Quon was a down ass bitch ready for whatever. She stripped at Club Pink up in Pompano but was always looking for a come up. She boosted, fucked, stole, and even transported if the money was right.
Unfortunately for that reason, Peanut and Gutta ain't make them bitches wife type. In they eyes they couldnt be trusted because once a bitch be down for whatever for some money all they gotta do is see another nigga flash more to do less and they outta there. They aint need that shit to stress on.
The boys didnt give a fuck about who they sold to, who was looking for them or even what happened to the people they sold it to all they cared about was the cash fucking money. They all grew up poor as fuck riding around on rusty ass bikes trying to look cool and idolize the older street niggas out there grinding, fucking bitches and moving heavy weight. None of them have a daddy and all their older male siblings or family were serving bids. Some as long as 60 years. Their mamas was still stuck on that little girl shit looking for a nigga to take care of them and pay all they bills when all they had to offer were hairdues and hot pussy.
They were really out here for themselves so they made a pact to watch eachother back and grow the money together, get fresh together, fuck bitches together, everything together. Eventually they was gonna leave this hood shit behind but right now they was only interested in stacking paper so no bitch or nigga can look down on them and deem them broke.
But with all that success and lucrative profit came people who was looking to end their shit left and right. You had jealous ass niggas and you had thirsty ass bitches who wanted to come up on their come up, fuck you for what you was worth and you even had bitches that wanted to rob you just so the real nigga they in love with can come up off a little bit of pocket change. That shit even caused peanut homeboy K-Gutta to stay in the trap 24/7 because people was evil eyeing the dog shit out of him to the point he had to pull a gun on his mama because the nigga she was fucking on at the time wanted to come up off his hard work and the streets knew not to get on K-Gutta bad side.
K-Gutta was the type of dude to shoot a nigga in they neck and ask did they feel it. Even as a little boy being raised in the Franklin Projects in Ft. Lauderdale he was always tempermental. Always beating some ass. He even threw an automatic pencil sharpener upside a teacher head and got expelled. But peanut and draco never folded on him. They never folded on eachother. Even when they was dead ass wrong they stood on loyalty.
Loyalty gonna stand on all 10 tens regardless the weather so you better fucking follow suit.
At times they did wish they didnt have to hustle so hard but once the money started coming in as quick as it did from just selling pills and coke the jealousy started to get more and more intense but the drive even more. From people wanting to shoot at a nigga to known dirty bitches with die slow tryna make them slide the condom off so they can trap them with a baby and infect them as well. Shit was crazy in the streets and it only made more sense for the boys to not open up shop till Midnight. They didnt do shit unitl midnight not even open the curtains. They would come back and forth to the trap starting at 10P, sleep in they own separate cribs all day, and open the doors promplty at midnight.
They knew the crackheads and shit wans't sleeping nowhere near midnight and it was like clockwork they would flock to the trap and buy shit minute per minute, hour per hour. Shit even some students would pull up at 3 in the morning buying out all the Addy and you would have some politicians with they hookers buying up all the Viagra but all three of the boys wouldn't leave with less than 3-5000 a night and they knew the was controlling the streets, they knew they had power, they knew-
Knock knock knock knock knock
"Ayo Gutta see who that is." Peanut called out, thumbing through a wad of hundreds.
"Nigga suck my dick. I'm tryna count these pills." Gutta lashed back.
"Well I'm tryna count this fuckin' money. What's more important?"
Gutta aint say shit but suck his teeth. "I told your ass we need a money machine." he replied in a sarcastic tone, scratching his chin hair with a free hand.
"Don't trust them shits. I'd rather count it by hand."
"Whatever you say my nigga."
Gutta pulled back the all black curtain, unlocked the steel gray screen door and opened the pale, chipped baby pink front door. In the shadows he could make out a woman's figure with a headscarf walking away to cross the street. Under the streetlight he saw she had a matted 613 wig on and a purple and white striped sundress. He watched her thck hips and round ass walk away for a few more moments, dick slightly twitching in his Robin jeans before he called out, twisting his mouth up in with a smirk.
"Yo! its 11:59, you coming in or not?"
When the mystery woman turned around, Gutta groaned in disgust and sucked his teeth again.
"Aw shit, Peanut its your sister ex homegirl, Pryncess."
Peanut nonchalantly continued to count his money, his facial expression never wavering.
"Don't give a fuck who it is. Sell to them and close the door."
"Hey Gutta, you look good y'alll open yet?"
Peanut's eyebrow twitched hearing Pryncess soft voice even after all those years. He used to love fucking on Pryncess and her head was the fucking best. At one point he even thought he was in love with her but that shit all went downhill when she started taking molly and stringing herself out. She lost 50 pounds but kept her ass while everything else sunk in.
Her family turned her back on her and even his sister turned her back on her when she found her fucking her babydaddy one day when she went to work. Peanut off the bat ain't have no more feelings for her and didnt give a fuck what she did ever since finding out she was fucking for grade d ass weed while also slandering his name in the streets when she was high out her mind.
When Pryncess walked up to the door and saw peanut in the living room counting his money,she almost turned around to see the other trap for something a quarter of the quality before Peanut spoke out.
"Get what you need Pryncess. I ain't gonna stop u.
Pryncess bit her lip with hesitation, sadness building in her eyes. Pryncess knew she was fucked up for choosing the streets over herself and her baby but she couldn't get a way out. She ain't have nowhere else to go and she only knew fast money. She didn't wanna be judged by anyone else and she knew she burned a big ass bridge with peanut when she crossed him.
Hesitantly, she dug in her holy hot-pink bra and pulled out a clean blue-face hundred dollar bill.
"Give me as much as I can get with $100."
"Alright." Gutta said with reluctance, walking her to the efficiency in the back they let junkies get high in.
Peanut never made eye contact as he continued to count his bread. Thats $7,500 right there he thought to himself. When he pulled out the box of rubber bands there was another knock at the door. Peanut craned his neck to the stove clock and saw it was 12:01 and with a greedy boy smile he lined up his money, stuffed it in a box, tucked it under the couch and opened the door for his first customer for the night.
