"I'm mad that I can't make the bread he's makin'!" |
Well playas…ole Ronda Rousey’s peace of mind is shot and out here chasin' rabbits in the dark right now because she’s gone out of her way to make a fool of herself. Not only is the jealousy of Floyd Mayweather crawlin’ out of her pores but the envy of his bread is killin’ her.
On Tuesday she hollers at the TMZ duns and says, “Floyd said, ‘You make $300 million a night, then you can give me a call’…and I actually did the math, and given the numbers of my last fight, I’m actually the highest-paid UFC fighter and I’m a woman.” Sooo…what does that have to do with the price of apples in China and 3am?
She then goes on to say, “I think I actually make two to three times more than he does per second…so when he learns to read and write, he can text me.”
Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! The ‘read and write’ joint was pretty funny but she’s makin’ a fool of herself even talkin’ in this cat’s direction! How stupid does she sound tellin’ a boy that she makes more per second when she only made $3 million ALL of last year! Who cares what you made per second if this dun made $300 million in one fight? Stop it! You sound crazy!!
That's $297 MILLION more than you made ALL freakin’ year in one night! Again, stop it! You sound crazy!
Where is her “No” man or woman? Stop this chick from talkin’ bruh! When you’ve gotta talk crazy to a boy that is clearly doin’ what you’re tryin’ to do, you look stupid! It’s like Meek Mill comin’ sideways at Drake! I mean...really?
Floyd has made over $700 million in his career and she hasn’t made her first $10 million yet! So how does a dun like her have the nerve to pop off! That’s like The Weekend talkin’ crazy to freakin’ Prince. Naw bruh…it’s like Chris Brown’s kid brother talkin’ crazy to Michael Jackson in his prime! His Billy Jean prime bruh!!!
What is this chick on? If nothin’ else she should be hollerin’ at a boy about how to make that money. Not talkin’ like a fool when he’s got the game locked down. She should be tryin’ to figure out how to turn this UFC game on its ear like Floyd did the boxing game.
Instead of gettin’ $120,000 per fight and waitin’ on the pay per view proceeds to roll in. She needs to be hollerin’ a Floyd on how to get $20 million per fight and the pay-per-view joints too.
What ole girl doesn't understand is that this illiterate sumuma $#%^! In my Bernie Mac voice cracked the code and got rid of the middleman. She's still foolin' with the middleman.
Floyd may not be able to read but that dun can count and she needs to be payin’ attention to what he’s doin’ instead of playin’ herself. “I make more bread than you per second.” Wheredeydodatat? I’m just sayin’ and stop me when I start lyin’!
Playas Thesaurus:
1) Dun: noun – the person in question, dude, guy, girl, etc. It’s whoever I’m talkin’ about and its non-gender specific.
2) Pop off: verb – to talk crazy to a boy
3) Wheredeydodatat?: Hood for “Who does that?”
Holla At Ya Boy!
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Floyd may not be able to read but that dun can count and she needs to be payin’ attention to what he’s doin’ instead of playin’ herself. “I make more bread than you per second.” Wheredeydodatat? I’m just sayin’ and stop me when I start lyin’!
Playas Thesaurus:
2) Pop off: verb – to talk crazy to a boy
3) Wheredeydodatat?: Hood for “Who does that?”
Holla At Ya Boy!
JayGravesReport
#thebestdressedmaninmedia
Get @ me on Twitter: @jaygravesreportFacebook: www.facebook.com/TheJayGravesReport
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The caption under the photo isn’t real but its REAL talk!