Adopted by Nicki Minaj

ch 3 our eventful day with Jordan

Casey's P.O.V

Once we had made it to the front of the building Drake gave us high fives

"Aww shit, I ain't know that y'all had handles like that. See Onika, I told yo overly paranoid ass that they didn't need any self defense classes."

Uhh... self defense? For why?

"Why were we gonna take self defense classes?" I asked.

He pointed at Nicki and said, "Big head over there was worried that one of y'all would get in a fight. Even though she doesn't like fighting, she wanted to at least make sure that you would win."

"How come you two can fight anyways?" She had asked us obviously confused.

"When you've been here long enough: you learn things" Jordan replied while shrugging her shoulders.

"Well that and a few of the people that had adopted us previously put us in classes or taught us." I added in.

Nicki then said, "oh, that makes sense."

"Well, we should get going so that Casey and Jordan can have enough time to have a look at the house and decide which room they want," and we all nodded while saying okay.

While in the car "Anaconda" came on the radio so Jordan and I started to belt out the lyrics.

"My Anaconda don't...
 My Anaconda don't...
 My Anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hun

 Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit
 Big dope dealer money, he was getting some coins
 Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace
 Bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish
 Now that's real, real, real,
 Gun in my purse, bitch I came dressed to kill
 Who wanna go first? I had them pushing daffodils
 I'm high as hell, I only took a half of pill
 I'm on some dumb shit

 By the way, what he say?
 He can tell I ain't missing no meals
 Come through and fuck 'em in my automobile
 Let him eat it with his grills,
 He keep telling me to chill
 He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal
 Because he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab
 So I pulled up in the Jag, and i hit 'em with the jab like...
 Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun" We sang out till Nicki changed the station

"Why did you change it?"

"The song is too inappropriate for girls your age"

"But you made it"

"So, your point is?" she said while Drake was slowly going back to the station since she was distracted. When he put the song back on, we continued to sing.

"Look at her butt (look at her butt)
 This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles
 Dick bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel's
 Real country ass nigga, let me play with his rifle
 Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil
 Now that bang bang bang,
 I let him hit it 'cause he slang Cocaine
 He toss my salad like his name Romaine
 And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain
 I'm on some dumb shit

 By the way, what he say?
 He can tell I ain't missing no meals"

Then we were cut off again with the same excuse. Only this time Drake had to search for the station. Once he had found it we continued from

"Yeah, he love this fat ass
 Yeah! This one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking club
 I said, "Where my fat ass big bitches in the club?"
 Fuck those skinny bitches,
 Fuck those skinny bitches in the club
 I wanna see all the big fat ass bitches in the motherfucking club, fuck you if you skinny bitches. What? Yeah!