Diddy - Act Bad -ft. City Girls Fabolous- -

Her best friend, Jada, slid up next to her, phone already recording. “You ready?” Jada yelled over the beat switch—City Girls’ verse slicing through the speakers: “I ain’t comin’ polite, I’m comin’ correct.”

She didn’t walk to the dance floor. She glided —hips synchronized to the 808s, heels clicking like a countdown. When she reached the center, she spun once, arms wide, letting the crowd part like the Red Sea. A bottle of Cîroc appeared in her hand (courtesy of a promoter who knew her face). She didn’t ask. She took. Diddy - Act Bad -ft. City Girls Fabolous-

Later, in the limo, Jada played back the video. “Three million views by morning,” she laughed. Her best friend, Jada, slid up next to

Jada was losing her mind behind the camera. “That’s my bestie! Act bad, Mia!” When she reached the center, she spun once,

Mia smirked. Two weeks ago, her ex, Marcus, had called her “too much.” Too loud, too proud, too ambitious for a girl from Liberty City. He’d left her for a girl who wore beige and never raised her voice. Now, Marcus was standing across the club, sipping a weak gin and tonic, pretending not to see her in a custom metallic dress that caught every strobe light.