Jada: “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Tiffany: “Right when you are about to blow the fuck
up, when you about to get hella super famous and
have hella unlimited amounts of money, that’s when
you get killed. And it’s always in a small plane. Unless
there is ten white people on that flight, I cannot get on
that flight.”
Jada: “Something is wrong with your brain.”
Tiffany: “Your husband said that to me, too.”
When she was in LA, I posted a picture of myself on
Instagram in a dress I thought was nice. Jada hit me up on
text:
Jada: “Get a better dress.”
She sent me all these links to these designer dresses, but
they’re like $500.
Tiffany: “Jada, I feel very fly in my $85 dress.”
Jada: “Who made it, Tiffany?”
Tiffany: “Who cares? It look good.”
Jada: “lol, you keep doing you, Tiĉany I’ll explain
when I get back.”