Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-(laugh) -Make your eyes water, bruh.

Uh... (short chuckle)

Uh, I don't know.

You high over there, man?

MAN 2: I don't think so.

Hey, your single, "Money Bags,"

* That paper, boy, paper, boy *

(car engine starts, tires squeal)

Yeah, she's the one that put me on to you, bro.

* Paper Boi, Paper Boi, I'm about that paper, boy *

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on any card you want.

Bam! Right into the brain.

Child lock, man.

Um, let's go... let's go ahead and let's listen to it.

(indistinct chatter starts)

it's, um... it's dope, man.

-It's a nice office, bro. -Thank you.

He be on them damn gift cards, man.

I been shopping with this nigga for ten years.

Good luck getting any of that damn money back.

Hey, I'm sorry about this shit, man.

We got options coming soon. And, in fact,

-hey, go grab Ryan for me. -Yeah.

Well, see, now it says it's playing.

Where were you?

-No, this nigga didn't. Man, c... -(phone whooshes)

like you're at a party, and everything's crazy. (chuckles)

Fuck you want from me, man?

Um, I don't know.

-cooking me spaghetti, G. You know what I'm saying? -Yeah.

I'm sorry about this shit, bruh. I mean,

Man, hey, yo, you seem like the preppy type.

I was smoking it my damn self, man. Let me know when you get

but the way they dive into depression,