Ecstasy- Rapper imagines

Money or Me- Lil Baby

"And," I say, pausing to see what Baby was doing in the bathroom. I'm currently ranting on my live about anything and everything. "If he don't like it he can get the fuck. Dread head niggas ain't shit."

"Watch yoself," I hear from the bathroom. I laugh to myself. I knew exactly what I was doing. Sometimes it's fun to pick wit yo nigga when you know exactly what you finna get.

"Ignore his ugly bean head ass, drop that nigga sis. He the definition of ain't shit. Can I get an Amen," I shout like a pastor.

"Amen," Baby shouts from the bathroom. I turn over laughing my ass off. "But cuss me out again you gon be in need of prayer."

"Try me," I mumble to myself to where I think only me and the live can hear. I was dead wrong.

"Youn want no smoke."

"Youn want no smoke," I mock, twisting my hair like he be twisting his dreads.

"Yo ass gon get it, watch." I laugh to myself and look at the comments.

Babyfan4life: you gon get yo ass beat, stop playing wit yo life

"Dom ain't doing shit. He all talk," I say looking in the bathroom. He starts walking out and I scoot to the farthest end of the bed. He will do shit.

"Whatchu scared fo? I thought I wasn't gon do shit," he says getting closer. I fall off the bed and drop my phone and this nigga starts cracking up.

"That ain't funny. Over here looking like a spray painted skeleton. Needa learn how ta eat, ugly ass," I rant on and on. He picks up my phone and places it on its stand.

"She think I'm playing wit ha," he says into the camera. He starts applying his chains one by one, like somebody wanna see that. I go behind him and wrap my arms around him. "Now she wanna be all lovey dovey cuz she know."

I rest my head on his back and let my hands travel his chest. I start to feel his chains and I choose one start playing with it as I normally do. He just continues to layer them, making loud ass noises.

"Yo skinny ass gon fall wit all them chains. Neck stronger than the rest of his body."

He slaps my hands away and mean mugs me. I can't fight but I can jose. Don't play wit big Y/N. I'm big baby, he lil baby fa a reason. Period.

"Keep playing."

"Y'all see what I mean," I say, pushing him aside to get into frame. "All talk no-"

Next thing you know I'm getting body slammed onto the bed. I scream by surprise.

"I know you didn't just body slam me."

"I hit that KO on dat bitch, fuck you talkin bout," he says into my phone, flexing his lil sticks people call arms. I know this nigga ain't call me no bitch. Nu uh. Ion play that shit.

"Ion see no dog round here. No bitch in sight," I respond, sitting up. He know how I feel about that word. He be using it in songs he write about me, and I let it slide. But face to face and shit, imma start a fire.

"I'm sorry mamas," he says, grabbing my phone and laying next to me. He kisses my cheek. "Won't happen again."

I ignore him and start reading comments.

4pfalyfe: 🎶somebody gon die today 🎶

"Sho will," I respond,  leaning my head on Baby's shoulder. He snuggles into me. One thing I love about this nigga is that he don't care about being called a simp. He gon be a big ass baby in front of everybody. He gon respect me and treat me right in front of whoever, and if that's being a simp, he wear that title with pride. "Favorite song by Baby? Shii ion even know. Bae, what's your favorite by you?"

"Can't choose," his ass says, half asleep. Got ready fa nothing.

"Ooh, y'all I been fucking with Catch the Sun a lot lately. That's my shit right thurr," I say, shaking baby. "Get up, you supposed to be going to the Stu."

"Mane, I'm tired na," he say, slapping my hands away again and laying his head on my chest.

"But you got work to do papa," I say, playing with his dreads.

"I just wanna lay witchu fa right na. Them niggas can wait."

The comments start going crazy, talking about how I'm lucky and how he a big ass simp. And he is. But I love it. And I'm the luckiest girl alive, well aside from Lori Harvey. Ha ass is big lucky.

"Money or me baby?" I ask him, twisting a dread and then picking up another.

"You, always," he responds, tiredly. His arms squeeze my body tight.

"I love you," I say, caressing his face.

"Luh you too, ma," he says, damn near muffled. I start taking his chains off one by one, fixing them on the nightstand. Then I just place my hand on his back and rub it to help him sleep. I turn back to my live.

Y/N&baby4eva: he loves her so much 😩

"I love him even more," I respond glancing down at at him then back to the screen. I smile to myself. I really copped one of the good ones.

Babyfever: y'all betta stay together😤 y'all the only reason why I still believe in love

"Shit, I'm in this for life. Love wasn't real until I met Dom," I say, looking back at my baby. "He made all the bad times go away. And if they still came he made them better. This nigga love him some money, and they fact that he chooses me over it proves to me that he loves me."

"Period," this nigga mumbles in his sleep. I burst out laughing. This nigga here.