I need you to add Sylvie, Rain, and Angel to my will
so they can be protected from the others.
I don't know nothing about running a company.
I got the right people in place that will help you.
-Who is Alex? -That would be me.
What do you want with him? He's my driver.
Get another one.
You should head to the house. My butler is there.
He's got the place all set up for all of you.
-What is it you wanna tell me? -That I love you.
Oh, that. Excuse me.
Why do I fuck with you?
Don't you wanna fuck me, Varney?
What the fuck did I just hear?
May I take your hat and coat?
-Yeah. -Thank you.
Thank you.
Yes, ma'am.
Step in.
Just relax. Just relax.
This way.
Damn!
I know.
-Wow! -What in the hell?
I told you.
-Uh, this is his house? -Well, it's your home now.
This way.
Now, this is the dining room.
Mr. Bellarie hasn't had many meals here since he's been living here,
but he may wanna redo that tradition now that you're all here.
And what's up there?
Those would be the bedrooms. Shall I show you to yours?
-Hell yeah. -Right this way.
-I… I got my own room? -Yes, you do, Miss Sylvie.
Wow.
-And there's horses? -Yes, there is.
Mrs. Bellarie, shall I show you your room first?
Uh, no, let's see Sylvie's room first.
Right this way.
Oh. Who's that?
Mr. Bellarie.
Nigga, come here.
Hurry the fuck up.
I'mma ask you again. What the fuck did I hear?
Mr. Bellarie, sir--
Don't fucking "sir" me.
I'm having a conversation with your brother. I just…
"I'm just… I… I…" Get it out, nigga.
-I'm talking to… I'm having a conversa-- -Having a conversation.
I hear that. I'mma hear that. But I heard somethin' different.
What did I just fucking hear?
You heard me talking to… to Charles, so I had just…
That didn't hear like no talkin' to me. Ain't no regular talkin'.
Uh, we just doing some business. Making sure everything is good with--
Why is your shirt open? Hm?
Can you explain that if you were just talking?
-I'm hot. Uh… -You're hot?
-You're hot. -Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
-What the hell is going on in here? -Look at this nigga.
-Your brother is-- -What you doing in my house?
I'm about to throw up on your couch after the shit I just heard.
Well, if this can make you throw up, I got some videos--
-You are disgusting, brother. -Why are you here?
Okay.
I'll leave.
Shit.
What the fuck? Charles.
He… He never comes here.
He heard everything.
Shit!
-Well, good. I mean… -No, nigga, it's not good.
Look, Varney, you need to relax.
Charles. God.
We needed to stop hiding this anyway.
Charles, did you do this?
Did I do what?
Did you set me up?
This is rich.
I'm not fucking around, Charles. Did you do this on purpose?
No.
Did you send him a text and tell him to come over?
Didn't I say no?
And I don't talk to his ass unless I have to. You know this.
Let me see your phone.
-I'm not giving you shit. -Let me see your motherfucking phone.
You wanna take it?
Come take it, then.
Let me find out…
that you set me up and you did this shit on purpose.
What yo ass gonna do?
Wait. Wait, what?
Is there something wrong?
No, no, it's just…
I… I've never really had anything like this.
Is this really mine?
Yes. Yes, it is.
Kimmie, this is like as half as big as the trailer we grew up in.
I know.
This shit is lit, Sylvie.
Wait, and I got my own bathroom?
Yes. And… and should you need anything,
just press that button on the nightstand.
Okay, thanks.
Shall I show you to your room, Miss Rain?
Hell yeah, nigga. Shit, let's go.
Right this way.
Fuck!
I know that motherfucker did this.
Shit!
Who you talking about?
Um. Sir, I was, uh…
talking to the tires.
Talking to the tires? Oh, shit, talking to the tires, huh?
If I didn't know any better, it sound like you were talking about me.
Ah, no. No, sir, I wouldn't… I wouldn't talk about you.
And here I was thinking that you were banging my wife.
Excuse me, sir?
Don't "sir" me, nigga.
I told you to stop doing that shit.
You in there doing that nasty, disgusting shit with my brother.
I was on the way to go tell my father,
tell him everything, and then I thought to myself,
"Why even tell him?"
Thank you.
Not for you, nigga, but for me.
Sir?
You know like I know, leverage is everything in this family,
and you just gave me a lot.
See…
they all think I'm dumb,
but I'm not.
You think I'm dumb, don't you?
-No, sir. -No, admit it.
You can admit it. Admit it to me. You think that, don't you?
No. I don't think you're dumb.
Admit it, you stupid bitch.
I think you are one of the smartest people I know.
What you doing, fucking flirting with me, nigga?
I will break every tooth in your face.
No, sir. You asked if I thought you were smart.
You're lying, just like every lawyer. Actually, let me back the fuck up,
'cause I smell dick on your breath actually.
You and my brother are fucking disgusting.
But speaking of lawyers,
this is where it gets really, really good.
You know what?
What, sir?
You about to be my bitch.
Excuse me?
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
I mean, not like the shit you do with my brother, not that shit,
but you about to be my bitch, yeah.
So you better make sure I'm protected, and you better make sure I get my shares.
And another thing…
-What's that? -Get that bitch out of my father's house.
And if you don't do that shit, I'mma fuck you up for real.
Do you hear me?
-Yes, sir. -No, Varney.
Varney, Varney, Varney, Varney, Varney.
I said, do you hear me?
-I hear you, sir. -No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Nigga, when I say "do you hear me,"
I need you to acknowledge that you are my bitch.
-Sir, I-- -Say it, nigga.
I want you to fucking say it. Say it.
-Say… Say what? I… I… I-- -That you my bitch.
Say it.
-I'm your bitch. -No.
No, no, no. That's not fucking good enough.
I need to hear it. I need to feel your energy. Say it.
-I'm your bitch. -No, that's not good enough.
Look at me in my fucking eye and say it.
I'm yo bitch.
Varney, you a big ass nigga. You a gorilla nigga.
-Say it with your fucking chest! -I'm your bitch!
-Louder! -I'm your bitch!
I want the whole fucking road to hear it! Say it again!
I'm yo bitch!
Calm down, big-- Hey, calm down, big bitch. Calm down.
Anger don't look good on you, man.
Stop breathing so hard.
You mad?
You mad.
Get the fuck out of my face, nigga.
You know what? This is about to be real, real fun.
Ah! Lucky day.
We'll be in touch, Varney.
We'll be in touch.
Girl…
Is this real?
Yes, it is.
Well…
Kimmie, it's real, okay?
All the shit we've been through, this is real.
I hear you, Rain.
We gotta believe it.
It's real. Look.
It is real, Miss Rain.
Look at this bed. We never had no bed like this.
I know.
Well, the sheets are Egyptian cotton. I hope that's okay, ma'am.
Yeah, it's just so nice.
Well, only the best for the Bellaries.
Shall I show you to the master, Mrs. Bellarie?
-Um-- -Yes.
Show us.
Right this way.
And this is your master bedroom.
And here are your closets.
She ain't got enough clothes to fill that.
Yes, we are aware.
And that's why Mr. Bellarie wanted you to have this.
Thank you.
That's a black card.
Yeah, I know.
With yo name on it.
That is your credit card.
And your account numbers for your debit card are on the back.
So you got your own bank account?
That is what we were instructed.
Okay, then.
-Thank you. -Yes. Okay.
We can arrange for Alex to take you shopping
as soon as you're all settled in.
Mm, yes. Yep. Thanks. Yep, please.
You must be hungry. I'll have lunch prepared.
Oh, and please also have Alex prepare to take us to the mall.
The mall, ma'am?
Yeah, so we can go shopping.
Perhaps he could take you to a few boutiques.
You might find that a little more appropriate.
Oh, okay, that's fine too.
-Perhaps lunch near the pool? -Wait, they got a pool?
Sylvie…
Yes, Miss Sylvie.
Oh my God, are you guys seeing this?
-Mr. Bellarie's favorite spot. -Thank you, James. That would be great.
It won't be long.
-Bitch, are you seeing this? -Yeah, I am.
Life is finally looking up for us.
-Oh shit. -I'm not so sure.
Kimmie.
I just…
I don't know if I can trust this.
Don't start that shit.
Nah, for real.
All the shit that we've been through.
And it's just supposed to get… easy now?
Ain't nobody say it was gonna be easy.
He told you that.
I guess this shit is easier than the club.
Hello?
You need to chill the hell out.
We about to enjoy this shit.
We going shopping today. Bitch, we going to a boutique.
I hear you.
You need to get with it.
All right.
And you know what else we gonna do?
-Put some cash to the side. -Put some cash to the side.
See, that's why you my girl.
We gonna put some cash to the side, 'cause when the shit goes left…
We can keep rocking and rolling.
Yup.
Let me see that card.
Mm.
I ain't never had a card before.
Girl, we gonna swipe the black off this bitch.
Kimmie Bellarie. Ooh.
-Jules. -Yes.
I need a driver.
I have one on the way. He's close by.
Where is Calvin?
Your husband had me move him.
I want him.
Can't do that.
Jules.
Mallory, come on.
We got a lot going on. We need to keep Roy calm.
I have a driver waiting for you.
Bye, Jules.
That nigga ain't driving you.
You can't tell me who's driving me.
Well, he's not.
First you think I'm fucking Attorney Varney,
now you think I'm fucking the driver?
Well, I know for damn sure you ain't fucking Attorney Varney.
You wanna bet?
What… What you doing? You ain't… you don't even do that shit right. You just…
Fuck you.
Nah, nah, nah. I got something to tell you, though,
that even you might not believe.
What is it? I don't care.
Well, it's kind of hard for me to admit that… that I saw this, but, um…
I saw Attorney Varney…
fucking Charles.
What?
Yep.
-You're such a liar. -I wish I was lying. Shit.
Okay.
It was, uh… horrifying.
-It was… Are you done? -Ask Charles. I'm telling you the truth.
I don't wanna hear this shit. I'll drive myself.
You know what happened last time you drove yourself.
You know what, motherfucker? You…
I fixed the shit that you did. That's what happened last time.
You really killed that woman, Mallory.
Murderer.
Are you done with this bullshit?
I'm telling you, Attorney Varney is…
-I don't give a fuck. -…not the way you think.
-Bye, Roy. -Where you going?
I'm going to go fix this shit because obviously you can't.
No, I already got it figured out.
Whatever.
Attorney Varney does not wanna fuck you.
Ma'am.
Who are you?
I'm Andy. I'll be your driver.
Oh, no, you're not. Shit. Move this damn truck.
-Maybe we got off on the wrong foot. -Did you hear me?
Move your truck. You're not gonna be my driver.
Yes, ma'am.
Fuck.
Jules.
What?
Mallory won't let me drive her.
-Then follow her. -Yes, sir.
But not too close.
Copy.
Shit.
This is Officer Alex.
Hey, man, is it true?
-Yeah. -They pulled you to drive Kimmie?
Yeah, sure did.
I just heard.
What the hell is going on?
I have no idea.
-And he married her? -Yeah, he sure did.
Damn, man, that's crazy.
-Yeah, I know. -What does that mean for us?
What do you mean?
Our side shit.
You know how much we owe Jules.
Yeah, yeah, I know, man, but…
We gotta figure this out.
Honestly, too much is going on, man.
I just want out all this.
Yeah, I know.
You know what else is crazy?
What's that?
Angel is here.
For what?
Lakeland's father-in-law was in the back of the car Kimmie took.
They caught Angel in it.
Damn, that's kind of crazy.
-Yeah. -Does, uh…
Does Kimmie know?
Shit, I don't know.
Hold on, Jules is calling me.
-Hey, don't tell him I told you. -I won't.
I won't. I got you.
Yes, sir.
-Alex. -Yes.
What is going on?
Nothing much, sir.
Alex, are you with me?
-Of course I am, sir. -No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Are you really with me?
Yes, sir.
Now, what the hell is going on?
He chose me to drive her, sir.
-And why would he choose you? -I have no idea.
What is that bitch doing?
She's just in the house.
I'mma need you to stay close to her.
-I will. -And I need to know every damn thing.
Yes, I got you, sir.
-Don't fuck me on this. -I would never.
'Cause you know where you would be.
Sir, you don't have to say it. I'm with you.
Something's up, and I need to know what's going on.
Soon as I know anything, you'll be the first to know.
Okay.
We'll see.
That sounded intense.
It was Jules.
Good. You're not lying to me.
No, I'm not.
What did he want?
Look, he wants to know what we all wanna know.
What the hell is going on and why?
Yeah, I wanna know that too.
Look, I know you don't trust me.
And I don't trust you either.
And I definitely don't trust Jules.
Look, Kimmie, there's too much shit going on.
But we're all in this.
You'll have your chance to prove yourself one day.
Good.
'Cause then you'll know I want out of all this shit too.
We'll see, I guess.
Oh, we will.
I was told you're taking me shopping after lunch.
Yes, I am.
Well, let's go.
The truck's ready.
Shit.
Hey, man.
Don't give me the fucking pleasantries.
I'm sorry.
How you doing?
What did I just say?
I'm sorry.
You're late.
I came when you called.
So you and my brother
have been laundering money at the club for Lakeland.
Horace.
I know all about it.
Get him on the phone.
I ain't in the mood for your bullshit.
Every breath I take hurts.
This is Daniel.
Hey, Daniel.
I'm here with Horace Bellarie.
Jesus, I'm in Paris. What does he want?
Just a second.
Daniel.
I heard you were dyin'.
I still got some life in me.
Well, you must, because you know I don't fuck with you.
Well, good.
Because you're about to fuck with someone that I love,
and that's a problem.
What are you talking about?
You listen to me. I'm only gonna say this once.
I know that you and my brother have been running money through the club.
They're doing it through you.
What… What are you talking on this phone?
You know damn well how I roll. All this shit is secure.
Now, look,
my new wife made a mistake,
and she's very important to what I have going on,
and she's off limits.
So what are we talking about?
She took the car.
She didn't know your father-in-law was in the back seat.
Now, I need that to go away. Now.
Fine. You stay out of my way, and I'll stay out of yours.
That'll be fine.
But my wife, she's gonna want somebody for doin' this.
I gotta give her somethin'.
All right. Harold will be in touch with something.
There's this kid, a gangster.
He was arrested in the car. He's still at the jail.
That'll work.
All right.
Get him released,
and give him to Daniel.
Done.
But make sure he knows that me and mine are out of this shit.
Like it never happened.
Okay.
Is there anything else I can do?
Do you know her?
Know who, sir?
Kimmie. Do you know her?
No.
Harold.
All right. She was one of the girls that came in front of me.
And you gave her the job to work at the club.
Yeah.
But I promise, man, I never touched her.
Get the fuck out of here.
And, Harold?
Yes, sir?
Your days are fucking numbered.
Damn!
Why you come so early?
Bitch, I'm a ho.
She's talking to Felicia.
-That bitch. -Anyway, you got my money?
So where my money?
Mm-hmm.
Let me count it.
-Girl. -What?
Shit, I don't know you.
I know you don't, but I'm surprised you can count.
Girl.
It's all there.
Mm-hmm. I'm countin'.
Are you satisfied?
Mm-hmm.
-So, what you wanted to know? -I don't have time for this.
You know.
Okay, chill.
-I was at the club last night. -Mm-hmm.
Kimmie was there too.
And Jules told me to beat her ass.
Jules?
Yep. Mm-hmm.
How does Jules know her?
Jules is our pimp.
Go on.
Wait, you know this, right?
Yeah.
-Mm. -Go on, continue.
Jules run the club.
We all owe him and… this other dude.
Some… Some judge or somethin'.
What judge?
-Girl! -No--
Stop this shit.
We all owe Jules.
He arrested everybody at some point.
Then we seen this judge,
the judge got us off,
so now everybody just work for Jules at the club.
Either that or jail.
Okay.
They be keeping most of my money, though. Ain't that somethin'?
So is this what happened to Kimmie?
-Yep. -What about her sister, Sylvie?
Kimmie wasn't acting right…
…so Jules took her sister and he pimped her out.
Oh gosh. That's what she get.
What about Angel?
Uh-uh. You asking a lot for just three grand.
You know how bad your box has to get beat up for three grand?
Talk, bitch.
Angel a little bitch.
Mm, I can't stand him.
He was trying to hide Kimmie's sister, and Jules found out,
and, ooh, they went to beatin' his ass.
Oh, gosh, girl.
Until that old man came up in there.
What old man?
Girl, I don't know.
But when he came up in there, Jules and everybody was scared as hell.
He told them to leave,
baby, they all went runnin'.
Whew, you had to be there.
Is this him?
Yeah, that's him.
You know…
he old, but he cute.
Shit, he could get it.
Anybody can get it from you.
Girl, I'm not messin' with you.
I'm leaving.
Wait, wait.
You got a nice car outside.
I wanna go for a ride.
Where we goin'?
No, bitch, you smell like you wanna be alone.
So what do you want me to do?
I need you to find out what they talked about.
Uh, I can… I can do that.
No, you know what, actually? Sit on this for a second.
Just, uh, stay on her.
Shit.
What?
Mallory, she's walking to the car.
Who?
Mallory.
Ah, shit.
Open the fucking window.
Give me the phone.
Jules, who are these idiots?
If he's supposed to be following me on the low,
he's doing a horrible fucking job.
Are you a cop?
Yes, ma'am, I am a cop.
The fuck is this, Jules? You can do better than this.
Why are you talking to Felicia?
You and I need to meet.
Yes, but why are you talking to Felicia?
I said we need to meet.
Meet me at the office now.
I got buses at the precinct, so--
Motherfucker, I don't care if you have surgery scheduled
to save your fucking life.
Meet me at the office now.
So, what do you want me to do, sir?
If you got a gun…
blow your fucking brains out.
Shit.
-We finna do some damage! -How much is my limit on this thing?
Girl, that thing is black. Ain't no limit.
You got a debit card too?
What bank is it?
Uh…
It's the bank that the Bellarie family uses.
We gotta go there too.
Oh. Hold on. It's Horace.
Hello?
Hi.
Hey.
How's the house?
It's… It's great.
Good.
How are you?
I'm alive.
Did you find Angel?
No, we, um, we haven't found him yet.
I keep calling him, but he not answering.
So he skipped out on me?
No.
Or, I mean, I don't… I don't think so.
But I'm kind of getting worried 'cause it's not like him to not answer.
Okay, well, I… I'll get somebody on it.
You need me to do anything?
Nah.
Officer Alex and James
have all the instructions.
Your problem with the car, I handled.
For real?
Kimmie, you still doubt me?
Yeah.
Well, one day you won't.
I'm getting there.
Hopefully it's not after I'm dead.
Come see me after you get everything ready.
-I need to give you some instructions. -Okay, I will.
Bye.
What'd he say?
He wants me to come see him later.
He got more stuff to tell me.
How's he doin'?
He didn't sound good.
Yeah.
Well, I've been reading up on this place that might can help him.
What kind of place?
Well, I was researching it in the hospital.
It's this place in Thailand.
They treat cancer.
As much money as that man has, I'm sure he's tried everything.
Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.
But where the hell is Angel?
-Trackson. -Hey.
Where's he at?
He's in the back.
Take me to him.
Come on.
Follow me.
Leave me.
Take a seat.
Looks like you got yourself into some trouble.
Nope.
No?
I don't know why I'm here.
You stole a car.
A car that belongs to a very bad person.
I didn't steal a car.
I say you did.
Oh, well, I didn't.
So…
Then who did?
Fuck if I know.
I just… walked past it,
saw someone in the back, and I wanted to see if he was okay.
What's wrong with that?
Just walked past it?
Yeah.
You have the worst fucking luck.
Tell me about it.
Is there anything you wanna tell me?
No.
Though as a matter of fact, I want a lawyer.
And where the hell do you think you are?
I'm in America, and I want a lawyer.
You're, uh… You're supposed to give me one if I ask.
Yeah, but, uh, are you an American?
I mean, I know you speak good English,
but are you American?
Came over here when you were, what, four years old?
Then I think it's time for you to take yo ass back to the D.R.
Fine.
You know, you are arrogant.
I got nothing else to say, so…
Hm.
Are you sure you don't…
wanna tell me anything?
You heard what I said.
Give it some time.
I promise you will.
Hm.
Mm.
Ah. See, that's got your attention. Huh?
What's her name? Um…
Yolanda, huh?
That's how you say it?
Yolanda?
Yeah.
That's a cute kid.
So, Angel…
cut the crap.
We all know you soft as a motherfucking cloud.
I'm gonna need to know everything,
everything about Horace and Kimmie.
So you better get to talkin'.
Or else I'll just send Officer Trackson to go have a talk…
with Yolanda.
Hm?
And you know that big, stupid nigga don't speak Spanish.
All he speaks is death, destruction, and "fuck her up."
Or, you know, I could just have him pick up your son.
Take him for a swim.
Talk.
Oh, wow.
Kid means nothing to you.
Okay.
Does yours mean something to you?
Tiffany, right?
She's, what, ten?
Yeah.
You know, you got me running scared for a long, long time.
But the position I'm in right now…
I got the power
You wouldn't wanna piss me off.
No.
Like I said,
I want my call…
and I want my lawyer.
Ay, Dios mío.
Horace gave you some balls.
I want my call.
Officer Trackson.
Yes, sir?
I need you to take that ride.
Oh, yes, sir.
Oh, and… I need you to send me a video
of what you do to his kid.
Can't wait.
Will do.
Hm.
-No, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. -No, no, no, no. You had your chance.
-Jules, I'll tell you what you wanna know. -Threaten my daughter?
-You really fucked up, man. -No, just wait a second.
Jules, wait a second. Jules!
Hello. I'm Donna. You must be Mrs. Bellarie.
Uh, hi. Yes.
I'm a personal shopper, and I was asked by your husband
to visit a few stores ahead of your arrival.
Here are some things that we think you may like.
Um…
All of it is really nice, but it's… it's not me.
Well, he said you may say that. But when you show up at the office,
we believe it's power suits and dresses that work.
Now, do you like any of the colors?
She loves them.
Perfect.
They're all in your size. Would you like to try them on?
Yes.
-Rain… -She will.
All right, well, let me get you set up.
Thank you.
Bitch, when you walk into that office, you need to be on fire.
Do you see the price tags on this stuff?
Bitch, don't look at the price.
At least that's what I heard.
Yeah, but we do.
Not no more.
Damn!
Ooh, I want these.
-Look how much that costs. -I don't care.
-Matter of fact, we getting two of each. -Why?
Sylvie, you need to try to find something too.
This is not me. This is, like, old people stuff.
-Sylvie. -It is.
Just go look.
She's right.
We don't need two of each.
One for us, one to sell.
We gotta put some money to the side. Hello?
-I knew what your ass was thinking. -Yeah, 'cause I ain't no fool.
I do wonder how much access I have to cash though.
Let's go find out.
How?
You got a credit card and a debit card,
so we should go to the bank after this.
This shit is actually happening.
We rich, bitch.
Don’t
Don't have time to waste
Took me an era of my life
Just to get to this place
You can find me at the spot
All right.
Now, we are always here 24-7.
This is my personal number,
and my home number's on the bottom if you need anything.
Um, thank you.
What can we do for you today?
-So, uh, we wanted to know-- -Uh…
She.
I wanted to know the balance on the account.
Oh, yes. Um…
Your account balance is $1.5 million in the checking
and $1.7 million in the savings.
And… and… and that's in my name?
Yes.
And my husband's too?
Uh, no. This is a single account.
So she can do whatever she wants with it?
Yes.
We'd like the cash. Tens and twenties, please.
-I'm sorry? -No, we… we don't want the cash.
But I would like to open two accounts.
One for my friend here and one for my sister.
And I want $500,000 in each account.
Oh, sure. Um…
We can do that, no problem at all.
Uh, we would also gladly do all of this over the phone for your convenience.
Well, we're here now.
I will be right back.
Excuse me.
You're really doing this for me?
What? Yeah.
Kimmie…
We in this shit.
Yeah.
Go grab Sylvie.
Okay.
Holy shit!
Kimmie.
Mrs. Bellarie.
-Mrs. Bellarie. -What?
It's about us trusting each other, right?
That's what I said.
I got some information for you.
But, uh, no one can know it's from me, all right?
So, what is it?
Just promise me.
Otherwise, I'm fucked.
I mean, it's not something Horace could find out?
Angel's in jail.
What? Wh… Why?
He went down for the car that you stole.
Oh, shit.
Now, just… just… just don't tell anybody, please. Don't tell him.
Get the fuck out.
-Now. -Yes, ma'am.
Yeah.
Horace, Angel is in jail.
For what?
For that car that I stole.
Wait, what?
They found him outside that car.
Shit.
What is it?
-I just authorized them to-- -To what?
Uh, I… I… I gotta go.
Horace, authorized them to what?
Look, he's… he's gonna be killed.
What? Wait.
-I gotta go. -He--
Hello… Hello?
Your lucky day, huh?
Give me that.
No fucking luck in this world.
Yeah, but for you, it is.
Yeah, whatever.
Just be careful. I'll see you at the club.
On the move.
Fuck.
OG, oh
We like a band How we march on the block
-We like a band we march on the block -OG
Gotta beef And kinda go stupid, aye
Bigger the nigga The bigger the shot
We like a band How we march on the block
We got a drum And a stick on a Glock
They say it's hot When we step in the spot
I got my foot on the gas, I won't stop
-Skrrt -You know we stepping on tops
Take off my shirt When I pop me a yop
She came out her skirt Now she climbing on top
Ay, I bet this choppa A wake up the block
I got a uzi, I'm letting it rock
YouTube gone tell you That all of these props
But we just say that for the cops
Designer on me when I step in the spot
Got the Louie The Gucci, the Fendi, the Wok
We running the play And threw two to his top
You know that I'm faded Four lines in this pop
Amiri jeans, Balenciaga tee
So fresh and so clean
I don't just fuck anything no more
So bitches think I'm mean
Mix that Louie with Supreme
My stroke game good It make her scream
Gotta be at least a eight
I'm not just fucking anything
Hey, you want Ju or you want me
I'm too P Won't make a scene
As soon as he fuck her He pass her to me
As soon as I fuck her She back to the streets
We was just playing With scats in the streets
When I'm in a black Know I'm packing it deep
We in the black And we strapped with the heat
We got a drac in the back of the seat
As soon as I pop out Just grab me my heat
You was fucking with bro Now you fucking with me
My niggas so playa We don't give no fuck 'bout these hoes
Before she knew it She fucking the team
Niggas be bitches They tender just like these lil hoes
You called me and asked for receipts
He mad me and Brodie Just made that bitch touch her lil toes
She a freak, she jumped on the D
Ay, bigger the nigga The bigger the shot
We like a band How we march on the block
We got a drum And a stick on a Glock
They say it's hot When we step in the spot
I got my foot on the gas, I won't stop
-Skrrt -You know we be stepping on tops
Take off my shirt When I pop me a yop
She came out her skirt Now she climbing on top
I bet this choppa a wake up the block
I got a uzi I'm letting it rock
YouTube gone tell you That all of these props
But we just say that for the cops
Designer on me when I step in the spot
Got the Louie, the Gucci The Fendi, the Wok
We running the play And threw two to his top
You know that I'm faded Four lines in this pop
I'm a pro
OG a pro