Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let me think on that, then.
Well, tonight was a good night.
- Shit. - Fuck!
Customer put his fucking beer on the stage,
On the floral brick, nigga.
- Where did I go wrong, Mercedes? - Mama, don't start this shit again.
Mercedes, finish dancing my turn for me?
I told you to keep your hands off our girls, now.
My arms is tired.
How come I don't?
Lit up in this motherfucker.
This ish y'all doing right here ain't gonna get y'all no crown.
Hallelujah, hallelujah
What you gonna do when you leave?
Shit!
All right, it be 30, little mama.
Cash or money order on this equity loan
Girl, that's double what niggas throwing down nowadays in the champagne room.
All right, bitches.
'cause thou shalt not lose to the Southaven Sizzles.
So you think I'm a waste?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Yeah.
All right, all right, all right.
church should have been getting double the tithes and offering,
Shit.
Slay, queen, slay!
Somebody, hey
What you mean?
That's one way to VIP.
Oh, well, you know, it's always a lying nigga.
That I do.
The way you getting down up in twerk town,
Ain't like my G-string a motherfucking collection plate.
No, thank you.
Night, Uncle Clifford.
Somebody left two stacks for your little champagne room experience.
I asked y'all a question.
Autumn Night!
...it's Hailey.
- What? - Ain't popped his tags yet.
The smoke?
Come get this baby.
- I need you to play this. - This Mercedes-approved?
Many folks you killed over there,
I thought you liked a little easy money.
How in the world did you know--
Yo, Pico, what the fuck?
- The fuck? - Stage work was always paid beforehand.
You're not a waste, Mercedes.
God loves a cheerful giver
'cause Mercedes about to pop that ass for that cash.