Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-I can hang out at the bar. -Okay.

Where'd you go? You just disappeared.

Break Time is over

We gotta record this today.

Fast cars, money.

-all over the place. -Girl.

Okay, fine. Drive safe.

Her daddy was a teacher.

-Girl, you wear masks. -That's different!

-Your desk over there. -Maurice: Just gimme a sec. Why are you--

♪ Then I ask where the cash be, actually, yeah I got bank ♪

♪ Your rent due, girl, let that nigga know ♪

and you shouldn't have no babies with him."

(rapping) Double D's, I direct deposit.

People are finally gonna hear my music.

-(FaceTime ringing) -(Melissa crying)

-Absolutely not! -(both laughing)

I tried to warn y'all fuck niggas,

Yeah, it-it shouldn't.

(arguing on TV continues)

Whatever we do, I just want... I really want niggas to think.

Trying to finish up this track at work.

This is the opposite of everything you stand for.

I was. I was gonna do that. I really was,

I'm probably out here getting some money,

I have, like, 10 minutes before I'm officially done,

(quietly) Fuck you mean, "drive safe"?

and y'all being in a group and just...

♪ They know my clique so tough ♪

What, you want me to write down some lyrics?

I don't know. I haven't done a collab like this

Rub it for me now.

-(laughs) -(notification chimes)

♪ I know, rewriting history, I'm flipping the page ♪

-Hold on. What? -Look, bro!

(both heavy breathing)

Can't believe you got me doing this.

-(answer chimes) -Hey.

I miss fuking you.

Bitch, you shoulda seen her reciting poetry to Bam, bitch.

(all cheering, chattering)

and she came and shit on everything! Fuck.

-(laughs) -You in Central Park?

Kayla: (on phone) Hi. This is Kayla

I'm gonna make you cum, baby.

This shit getting me hot. Come on, bro.

Y'all niggas know what the fuck it is.

just 'cause I'm cute like that.

Mia, your mama was the same way.