Gabriel Aubry has made a lot of coins from flashing his nipples and beauty in ad campaigns for Charisma, Louis Vuitton and True Religion, but he still doesn’t have enough money to give his daughter Nahla the fancy life she’s accustomed to. Nahla’s childhood will be scarred unless there’s the roof of a mansion over her head and she’s got a Blue Ivy-approved wardrobe in her solid gold dresser. Gabriel can’t pay for that fancy shit himself, so he’s asking a judge to force Halle Berry to fill his gold digger jar with enough money to rent a fancy house, buy Nahla fancy clothes and take her to visit his family in Canada on a fancy plane. Basically, Nahla is THAT fancy.
Gabriel wants a chunk load of money including $15,000 to $20,000 a month to rent a house. The judge was supposed to rule on this mess next week, but it’s been pushed into April. Gabriel is in danger of losing his custody rights of Nahla, because of the whole “nanny accusing him of raging on her” thing, so the family law judge is waiting for a decision from the dependency judge before ruling on the money thing.
These crazy ass bitches have to get crazy over the tiniest things. You know, I barely visited my dad after my parents got divorced, but when I did I had to sleep on a pull-out polyester couch (again, a polyfuckingester couch) in the living room. That shit was busted and I think the springs in the janky mattress took my butt virginity way too soon. Did my dad ever drag my mom to court to get her to give him enough money so he could give me the life I was accustomed to by renting a glamorous 3 bedroom tract house complete with a bedroom set from Levitz? No, but he should’ve, because I had to go through his bedroom to get to the bathroom and one time I caught him getting down with my one-legged stepmother. I haven’t been the same since. So I say, get that money, Gabriel!