LEGACY ‘CARDI B’ BACARDI PERFORMS ‘MONEY’
@ 61st ANNUAL GRAMMY’S.
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LEGACY ‘CARDI B’ BACARDI PERFORMS ‘MONEY’
@ 61st ANNUAL GRAMMY’S.
JANUARY 28th, 2018 | LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA.
60th GRAMMY AWARDS.
Emotions were running high for the female in her swan like dress designed by ASHI STUDIOS, the Latina’s feet that were covered in LOUBOUTINS seemingly dragged as she sauntered down the red carpet. Right behind her was her younger sister, to be 22 years old and at the GRAMMY’s was a dream she never thought that she would be living. She was nominated in two categories for her #1 song BODAK YELLOW, with no album out. It was her destined reality, god picked for a “stripper” from the BRONX to be present. the thing that made LEGACY more nervous was that she was three months pregnant with her little one. It was the reason why she wore the big dress, it elegantly covered her petite baby bump. With the interviewers, the female was beyond skittish, freezing up a few times. It was all to surreal for her to take in. As she said, she had butterflies in her stomach and vagina.
FLASHBACK @ 3 A.M.
LEGACY knew that she wasn’t going to be in the DR for long, that’s why the female had literally brought one bag. She had took a two hour nap after leaving the beach party. As much as she wanted to enjoy the trip, she just couldn’t because business was calling. The pressure on her was too real, especially with missing her baby girl. She needed to make her coin, and if that meant working nonstop that’s what she was bound to do. Gripping her BALENCIAGA triangle duffle, she pushed her CARTIER frames over her tired eyes. She had an early flight to catch, heading to PUJ, she got on the private jet and shook her head. The hours apart were four, so she’d be up early as hell once she landed in LOS ANGELES. She would only have an hour of rest time, if even that before she had to head to rehearsal. Her nerves were shaken, she was now set to a certain standard by the industry, and she had to deliver. The first time on the stage, she was the rookie so she had gotten a pass. BUT NOW, SHE WAS THE ONLY THREE TIME #1 FEMALE RAPPER CARDI B. They expected so much out of her, and it was her fate. The ten hour flight would give her enough time to rest up, and to settle some illicit scores. On both ends of her work, she would be making mad COIN. The stakes were high and she was beyond scared, she could possibly win a GRAMMY. “This shit is too intense for me. I gotta give this my all, or I’m gon’ fail.” She muttered to herself.