Nope.
Will Smith came running out the hotel like he’s in Bad
Boys 7 and he jumped in the back seat of my car.
Will: “Whoa, it’s been years since I’ve been in a
regular car.”Then Jada runs in behind him.Jada: “Oh my God, these windows aren’t tinted, I
don’t feel safe.”Tiffany: “Really, Jada? You from Baltimore, bitch. Like
for real?”Jada: “Oh my goodness, fine let’s go, right?”Will: “Yeah, let’s go, we don’t want to be late.”So I started driving. ͳe whole time, I was thinking I was
leaning back in the seat driving all cool. But the next day,
Jada told me I was up on the steering wheel. Of course I
was up on the steering wheel, because all I could think was,
You don’t want to be the chick on TMZ that killed the Fresh
Prince of Bel-Air. Be careful, Tiffany. Drive carefully.
I was trying to play music for them. I was playing the
radio, and Chris Brown came on, and it was a new Chris
Brown song. And it was so funny, because Will was bobbing
his head, and every time I was looking in my rearview
mirror, it was like, Will Smith was in my rearview mirror,