“Yeah. I need you to hold my hand,” he deadpanned.
I laughed at that but nodded. “Alright. Come on.”
As soon as we walked inside, a man quickly walked out of his office toward us.
“Berlin King”—he shook Drix’s hand—“I have the paperwork already drawn up. I just need the signatures.”
“Let’s do it.”
We followed the man to his office and took seats. He looked through the papers on his desk then spun them toward us and slid it closer to me.
I lifted an eyebrow and looked over at Drix.
“Can I ask what I’m signing?”
“Family joint account,” he said simply.
“Family joint account?” I repeated.
“Yeah. No shade to your record label but I want to make sure you’ve got access to quick cash on tour, and if you’re going to be getting shit for our houses, I want to foot that bill.” He didn’t give me a chance to argue. “Sign the paper, Twin. This man stayed late for us. If you don’t want to use the card you don’t have to but at least you’ll have it.”
I exhaled but signed on all the lines presented.
Once we finished, the man had a bank card printed for me and we headed out together.
“So I have access to your money now?” I wiggled the new card in my hand.
“Our money,” he corrected.
I sucked my teeth. “It’s hardly both of our money, Berlin.”
“Trust me. It is.” He yanked the door open for me and leaned into me once I’d hopped in. “As long as you’re my wife and that’s my pussy, these are your pockets. Act like you know shit, baby.” He tapped the top of his car then closed the door and I rolled my eyes but put the card into my wallet.
We got dinner at a nice restaurant then Berlin headed to the studio to meet his friends and I called Chandler to meet with her.
CHAPTER 24
DRIX
“Bam!” Dashawn yelled as he slammed the domino in his hand on the table. “Yeah! You see it?” He nodded and chuckled as he adjusted his other dominoes.
“Yeah, yeah. That’s a’ight but uh…” I hopped up and slammed my domino. “You know who run this shit!” I clapped my hands as I collapsed back in my seat. “I knew you didn’t think I was handing my money over?” I chuckled. “Nah. You gon’ have to fight for this win.”
Rome and I had popped out to a domino game one of Dashawn’s friends was throwing. They were trying to raise money for a trip or some shit and cutting the pot a dollar a round. So we figured the least we could do was show up.
I’d handed him a card with two grand in it when I’d showed up too—a thousand from me and a thousand from Rome.
Despite cashing out on clothes for Radiant Reverie’s tour, I was doing good financially. I’d announced I was doing features—six slots at half a mill a piece if I didn’t produce it and a little more if I did—and the slots filled up quickly.
Five hundred thousand dollars was a lot of money but I got it all up front. I didn’t have a clause to collect a percentageof royalties or anything on the backend. What I was paid was my total for the entire verse. There were artists who liked that because if they hit big, they’d get all the cash outright and other artists hated it because nothing was guaranteed. Either way, I had to cover my interests first and I was a mill and a half richer and scheduled to be back in the studio in a few days.
The six features I’d picked out were going to get me where I needed to be in terms of getting new shit out with none of the risks. I wouldn’t put anything else out until it was my album.
Shit.
Myalbum.
I’d rapped on a few beats here and there and had them in the vault but I hadn’t recorded with an album in mind in years.