I’d told Charlie I loved her tonight because honestly I hadn’t told her that shit in a long time. I appreciated her most of all and I wanted to somehow show my appreciation. That little money that I left on her dresser wasn’t shit, though. I did that just because. But knowing Charlie, she was going to save that money like she did with all the other money that I gave her ass. With most baby mamas, you got to fuss at their asses because they spent too much of the money. I fussed with Charlie because her ass didn’t spend shit that I gave her. She wanted to prove to me that she’s a boss and independent and that she had her own money. That’s cool and all and I wasn’t about to knock her hustle.
Ten minutes later, I was pulling up to my mom’s mansion that I’d copped for her up in Sunny Aisles. The beach was literally in my old girl’s backyard. I’d promised myself that when I got rich and famous, I was going to have my mama quit her job and put her in a fuckin mansion and that’s exactly what the fuck I did. Just like how my baby mama and my daughter didn’t want for shit, my damn mama and my sister didn’t want for shit either. Getting out of the car, I walked up to my mother’s door and inserted my key. Entering the house, I could hear two voices, so I followed the voices which led me to the kitchen.
“Is that my Bookie?” my mom asked, calling me by that gay ass nickname that she had given me when I was a little boy.
“Ma, how many times I got to tell you to stop calling me that gay ass shit?” I said and she playfully knocked me upside my head. Looking at my mother, I took in her natural beauty. My mama was one of them old fashioned mamas that used to make your ass go outside to get a switch off of the tree, just to turn around and beat your ass with it. My mom was 45 years old but she swore her ass was 21. I wasn’t going to lie though, my mom looked good for her age. My mom was standing at 5’5, about 140 pounds, with the same hazel eyes that I had. Right now, she was wearing her long hair in a ponytail and she looked so beautiful.
“What brings you by here to see us regular folk?” my mom asked me. She liked to play like I didn’t pay her any attention and that I was always on the move. Truth was, whenever I had time, I made it my business to come and spend time with my family.
“I just dropped off Charlie and China. I’m about to head to the studio and I wanted to stop by before I left,” I said to her, going into her refrigerator to get a bottle of water.
“That’s why her ass didn’t answer the phone. I called Charlie twice today,” my sister Monae fussed. Monae was 20 years old and if Charlie didn’t give my ass gray hairs first, it was going to be my little sister. I loved my sister to death, but I had her ass too spoiled. Just like China, she had my ass wrapped around her damn finger. My sister was very beautiful. She looked nothing like me, though. My mom said that she takes after our so-called father. While my mother and I were tall, Monae only stood about 5 feet even. While my mother and I had hazel eyes, Monae’s eyes were the prefect hue of brown. She also had thick, long, pretty hair that she liked to switch up every chance she got. Monae was in community college studying to be a psychologist but she wasn’t fooling nobody with that lie but our ma
ma. Monae’s ass didn’t want to do nothing but spend my money and run the fuckin streets with Charlie and Toya.
“That’s because I took her shit and held onto it until I brought her back home,” I said, letting Monae know.
“Why you took her phone for?” Monae asked me.
“Yeah, why you took my daughter-in-law phone?” my mom jumped in, always feeling the need to co-sign some shit when it came to Charlie. My mom loved Charlie and she wanted us to get married and be a family, and all of that other shit.
“Because Toya little head ass gone call her trying to put her down with some lame ass nigga. I got mad because Charlie was entertaining that shit, so I took her damn phone because that was pissing me off,” I said, and both my mama and my sister started laughing like a nigga had just told the world’s fuckin funniest joke or some shit.
“You want that girl, just admit it,” my mama said and I waved her off.
“I don’t know why you get so mad when me and mama say that you still want Charlie. Just admit it, big brother. You don’t want other niggas talking to her and you get mad when she entertain another nigga. If you want her, you better get her now before Toya hook her ass up with a balla,” Monae said, laughing.
I went inside my joggers and sat down four stacks of money on the counter. Laughing, I stated, “You think I’m worried about some shit like that? Show me that nigga you talking about that got more money than me.” I wasn’t even trying to sound cocky or no shit like that but Monae’s ass knew how to make a nigga get out of his element.
“Whatever, boy,” Monae said, taking one of the stacks and running upstairs. I wasn’t even about to run after her ass so I let her keep it and shook my head.
“Alright, Ma, I’m out. I’m about to head to the studio,” I said, pulling my mom in to give her a hug.
“Okay, son, be safe out there and I love you,” she said, kissing my cheek.
“I love you, too, ma.”
And after that, I was out of the door.
2:01 A.M
She said Quan baby, I want to be your girl
She said Quan baby, you are my world!
Bitch, please! That’s just that liquor talking!
That’s just that liquor talking!
That’s just that liquor talking!
It was fuckin two in the morning and I was in the studio fuckin snappin. I was high as shit right now and I was most definitely in beast mode, killing this song. Right now, I was working on my new song, “Liquor Talking,” and I knew for a fact that that shit was going to be a hit. This was the type of music that was going to play in the club and all the bad ass bitches were going to be feeling themselves once that shit came on. Occasionally, I liked to do something for the ladies as well. I mean, niggas could bump this shit, too, but it was mostly for the ladies.
“When you say that part, ‘bitch, please,’ add more emphasis on the word ‘bitch!’ We want them scandalous hoes to know that we see right through their bullshit,” Sincere, my producer, let me know.
“Alright, run that shit back, man,” I said after I took a sip of my Henny from the Styrofoam cup and got back in my zone.
In the middle of the second verse, I looked down and saw that my phone kept vibrating in my pants pocket. After we took a break, I pulled my phone out to see who was blowing my phone up like this and it was nobody but Chantel’s ass calling me. I decided to call her back just to see what the fuck she wanted with me, even though I knew that there were only two things that she could have possibly wanted and that was dick or some money.