Call Me Miss Daisy!
I had a driver, suited out and black leather gloves and he was fine. he drove a black Cadillac with leather seats and expensive shade visors on the windows. Bottle water in the cup rest and Forbes magazines. The back seat had it’s own air temperature and he jammed the hip hop.
I forgot how it felt to be paid but I know when I get it back together..
I’m not driving anymore.
Call me Miss Daisy!