She knew better. Each move Asao made was always thought out and deliberate.
He began his verse, and after he finished the last line, his eyes were side stage again. She worked the IEMs in one by one then accepted the mic from the tech who’d appeared out of nowhere. He shoved it into her hand and Samari lifted it to her mouth and moved with a confident stride, delivering her verse as she walked out to join Asao.
Niggas got it twisted, love the way they got us misted
All I need is honesty, don’t care much about the money chase
Wish he understood, I’m a hustler so I’m good
Want a man to stand by me, hold me down, love me deep
He’s always moving fast, never seeing what he passed
If he can’t see me, then I say fuck you
Live life to the fullest, life rotates without you
So fuck love, get money, it’s better to be free
Fuck love, get money, I’m just out here doing me
Samari worked the stage, moving around Asao. Her hands occasionally found his shoulder but she kept their connection fun and playful. His attention no longer belonged to the crowd. She owned it, and each time her eyes were on him, his were already locked in.
As she repeated the line, “Fuck love, get money I’m just out here doing me”, he smiled arrogantly and began a new verse that didn’t match what they’d recorded.
She want it bad, she want it right
I might just leave with her tonight
Shot gun in the whip, secrets on her lips
Obsessed with her scent, all my money spent
Never locked down, willing to let her wear the crown
Got a player getting played, questioning motives changing ways
Before he finished the last line, he stepped to Samari, toe to toe, dropping his chin and holding the mic to his mouth as he leaned close to her face.
Fuck love, get money was the old recipe
Try love, I have money, pockets already deep
Want her, in pursuit, stepping hard, best believe
Try love for the right one, if she wants it she got me
She grinned, playfully pushed her hand into his chest, and began her next verse, finishing with the chorus. The crowd went crazy and the energy pushing through her veins was like the purest drug, partially from the high of being back on stage but also because of the man she’d shared the stage with.
The moment felt surreal but she didn’t have long to absorb it because the track changed and Dom’s voice rolled out.
“We’re gunnin’, they’re runnin’,Track Killaz…”
Asao winked, threw one arm in the air, then walked offstage, leaving Samari to do her thing. When he was out of sight, Niles stepped to his boy who accepted the waiting towel and bottle of water.
The same tech who’d handed Samari the mic made sure Asao had what he needed. He was assigned to Asao and Samari courtesy of Niles who always made sure every detail was inplace. With the size of the festival, he’d enlisted help to make sure everything moved flawlessly, but certain specifics were handled by him.
“You trying to kill your sales, fam?” Niles’s brows were pinched while he sported his typical scowl.
