sat in the driver's seat, one hand on the wheel, the other adjusting his shades. He wasn't looking at the road; he was looking at the digital clock on the dash. "Five minutes," he muttered. "The drop happens at five."
They pulled into the underground garage of a glass spire that pierced the clouds. The elevator ride was silent until the doors hissed open to reveal standing by a floor-to-ceiling window, the city lights reflecting off his diamond chains. He held a silver flash drive between two fingers. tyga_ft_rich_the_kid_quavo_young_girl_new_2022_...
"The 'Young Girl' track?" Tyga asked, stepping onto the plush carpet. "The master file," Quavo nodded. "But we’ve got company." sat in the driver's seat, one hand on