Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(indistinct chatter starts)

You high over there, man?

on any card you want.

Good luck getting any of that damn money back.

but the way they dive into depression,

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

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

Child lock, man.

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

Bam! Right into the brain.

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

I been shopping with this nigga for ten years.

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

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

He be on them damn gift cards, man.

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

Hey, your single, "Money Bags,"

* That paper, boy, paper, boy *

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

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

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

(car engine starts, tires squeal)

Fuck you want from me, man?

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

Where were you?

Um, I don't know.

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

Uh, I don't know.

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

Uh... (short chuckle)

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

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

MAN 2: I don't think so.