Ghetto

Chapter 7

"Goodmawnin' gorgeous." Money said through the phone.

"Goodmorning handsome." I said, yawning.

"What ya' getting inta' today mama?" He asked.

"Nothing that I know of. " I said, shrugging like he could see me.

"Aight well get dressed, I'm coming ta' pick ya' up in a hour." He said, hanging up. This rude ass nigga aint even give me a chance to reply.

I got out of bed and went to do my hygiene thing. It was warm today, but not to hot. I searched through my closet till I found a outfit to wear today.

I put on a peach sheer long sleeve shirt, some dark wash levis, some peach platform pumps and my flower headband on my straightend hair. I put on gold jewelry, red MAC lipstick and some ray bans. I put my stuff in my brown MK bag. As I was doing some finishing touches on my outfit, Money walked in.

"Damn ma, dat ass doe!" He said, smacking my ass.

"Nigga that shit hurt." I said, rubbing my booty.

"My bad, you ready ta' go?" He asked, chuckling.

'Yeah im ready." I said, grabbing my MK bag and walking out. He was driving a candy apple red rolls royce. "Where we going?" I asked.

"Studio." He replied. I forgot to tell yall, Money started going to the studio working on a album called Testimony.

"I don't appreciate how you be walking in my house like that either nigga." I said.

"Well you da' one gave a nigga da' key woman." He replied.

"For emergences only." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Dat was an emergency, I ain't feel like waiting fa' ya' slow ass ta' answer da door." He said, shrugging.

We got to the studio and yall wont believe who was sitting in the studio! MY BABYDADDY RICH HOMIE QUAN!! I mean I know its ghetto to call him my babydaddy, but hey oh well.

"Wassup Quan. Aye dis my friend Kash, Kash dis Quan." Money said, introducing us like RHQ in the flesh aint sitting in his studio! I just played it off like it wasnt a big deal though.

"Nice to meet you." I said. I stuck my hand out for him to shake it with a smile.

"This just your friend August? Well nice to miss you too, gorgeous." He grabbed my hand and kissed it. I giggled and Money cleared his throat. Let me find out he getting jealous!

"Aight Kash, you ca' just chill out hea' lil ma." Money said.

"Which song you working on?" I asked.

"Da 9th track called Ghetto." He said with attitude. Well hey, it ain't my fault rich homie baby want a little taste of Kash.

He went in the booth and the beat started playing while he put the headphones on. He licked his lips before he started singing.

"I luh da way you keep dem heels on, hair ain't yours but its paid fa' and its real long." He started. His voice was fucking beautiful. "You ain't gotta have a half a million dolla' condo, and you ain't gotta have a hundred thousand dolla' car. But ya got a billion dolla' body, trust me I know. And you keep it hood no matta' whea' ya' are." He looked me in my eyes and winked when he said that part. Now I can't help but feel like that part was directed towards me.

"My boy got talent. So wassup with yall, you sure yall just friends?" Quan asked.

"Yes I'm sure." I said, giggling.

"You to damn bad to be just friends with. I bet he hit." He said, with a raised eyebrow.

"Thats none of your business." I said, feeling offended.