Money. That was the key word for me. If a nigga got some money, then he could be with me. But, it's this nigga named Prince. He my neighbor, and I'm pretty sure he like me, but he ain't got no money. Well, not no big money. He work at this damn corner store. Anyways, here he go now, leaving out at the same time I am.
"Hey, neighbor," he said, smiling wide.
"Wassup?"
He blushed. "Well, nothing, really. I'm just going to work."
I looked at him. "I really didn't wanna hear about it, but okay."
I started walking away, but he ran up beside me. "Hey, why are you so rude to me?"
"It's because if I start being nice to you, then you'd think I like you. And that's not happening," I pointed out.
He sighed. "Could you just, like, give me a chance? I promise, you won't regret it. Let me take you out tonight."
I thought about it. "Uh, no."
"Please," he said, grabbing my shoulder.
"Okay, fine. 8:00, no later."
"Okay," he said, cheesing hard. "You won't regret it."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, I hope I don't."
I walked away, thinking. Maybe I won't regret it. Nahh, I'm pretty sure I will.
•°•Work by Iggy Azalea•°•