Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Oh. What's up? -(train whistle blowing)

Them white girls love that shit.

but, you know, I think I could be

* I'm about that paper, boy *

I ain't making no money off that fucking song, nigga.

It's all wireless and fully integrated into the platform.

(muted music playing)

Um... how 'bout this? Could we play auxiliary?

ALFRED: Shit, yeah, man. Let's dip.

how much you want do from, like, week to week.

Paper Boi, what's happening, man?

"Can I even feel bad for this horse anymore?"

Even if they see me stealing, they can't chase me.

Yeah, let me see.

Where my real niggas at? Put your hands up.

to help me pick up my wheels.

And this nigga's stealing,

What, you're managing now?

Okay. (phone chimes) You've got mail.

you got in your scalp, boy.

* If you ain't on your grind and you flexin' *

Boy, it's hot up in here, man.

* I'll be gettin' paper, man *

All new, Wednesdays at 10:00 on FX.

-I think we're good. Yeah. -Yeah.

-I respect that. -Yeah.

TV ANNOUNCER: On the nights of August 11 through 13...

what kind of job are you interviewing for?

-Yeah, man. That's cool, man. -Yeah.

Eh, you know, man. I'm cooling, man.

Man, you give me the cash, and I'll double it

-Hey. -Yo, I'm a big fan, bro.

Yeah. Yeah, actually, I do.