Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You ain't ready for this war.

Halfway right but mostly sweet, though.

- Double the trouble! - Bet.

Hey, what'd I say?

You ain't seen nothing yet till I take you to the next level.

Which one you pick?

And here I thought stripping was a recession-proof industry.

Redbone, you think you better than us, huh?

I ain't said nothing.

Are you all right?

Promised Land Equities.

Why God made me talented and lazy, I don't know.

But that gentleman just paid 20.

- Then fuck all my stacks, then. - That's fine.

You want to be heading east?

All right, good.

No, he just got a bad case of blue balls.

Fuck it up, fuck it up, Mercedes.

- How much? - 15.

Hosses ain't even started yet.

- Hey, motherfucker, what you doing? - Bring your ass.

Tell me something I don't know.

Don't make me fall the fuck out.

No, dog. My booty can't bump to this.

- She coming. - She just text us.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

a G for me and a G for you.

Took you long enough.

I'll give you a blunt.

But at night, the spots round here, they start poppin'.

Well, that's what yellow bitches do.

It's just that during the day, this place goes ghost.

Bitch, this ain't mine.

For her and for me,

Nigga, what you know about some save the princess?

Ain't that fine establishment of yours in need of some toilet paper?

Wouldn't be me.

Home? Where's home?

First day back off maternity leave and I get another fucking scar.