“You better be.”
I kept laughing.
This nigga was too easy.
Frozo turned onto my block.
“Yo.”
“What?”
“I’m serious about something, though.”
I looked at him.
“You need to clean this shit up.”
“Here you go.”
“I’m not joking now.”
“I got it.”
“That’s the problem.”
“What?”
“You think you do.”
I rolled my eyes as he pulled up in front of the house.
“Give me my money.”
“I gotta go to the bank.”
“Nigga!”
“I’m fucking with you.”
He reached into the center console, grabbed an envelope and tossed it at me.
I caught it.
“You just riding around with four thousand dollars?”
“I run a business.”
“So?”
“So unlike you, I know how to make money without immediately losing it downstairs.”
“Fuck you.”
I opened the envelope and thumbed through it.
“Don’t count my shit in my face.”
“I trust you.”