Mercy B

Money is the Motto Mercy B

Prepare to be ambushed by the irresistible, unbelievably enticing Prophet. His spell isn't able to be escaped so easily. Money Malaya Richardson is able to attest to the fact."Love, this is a custom Chanel piece. You don't wear custom Chanel to three-star restaurants. The earrings alone were $2,500. It's niggas in here wishing upon a star for that $2,500 to fall out of the sky right now and would do just about anything to get it. Here you are, ready to - unknowingly - hand it to them." Prophet shoved his hands into both of his pockets to keep himself in line. Tittering, he leaned in, again, and asked, "Money, you trying to get me sent back upstate from bodying one of 'em about you?""Please," she sneered."You're killing me, Money. I'm standing on half-buffed floors in front of people who don't deserve either of our presence and you're as dazzling as I imagined. Walking out of that door will be harder than the two years I just did. However, your comfort will always be the mission and Money will always be the motto." Reaching his full potential in height, Prophet buttoned the single button that he'd undone upon reaching Money.