Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Boy, it's hot up in here, man.
you got in your scalp, boy.
* If you ain't on your grind and you flexin' *
Yeah.
Man, you give me the cash, and I'll double it
to help me pick up my wheels.
-I respect that. -Yeah.
-Hey. -Yo, I'm a big fan, bro.
I ain't making no money off that fucking song, nigga.
-I think we're good. Yeah. -Yeah.
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(muted music playing)
(Andy laughs)
Paper Boi, what's happening, man?
Oh.
Um... how 'bout this? Could we play auxiliary?
* I'm about that paper, boy *
Yeah, let me see.
Them white girls love that shit.
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* I'll be gettin' paper, man *
Even if they see me stealing, they can't chase me.
what kind of job are you interviewing for?
(grunts)
-Oh. What's up? -(train whistle blowing)
Yeah. Yeah, actually, I do.
Where my real niggas at? Put your hands up.
And this nigga's stealing,
Eh, you know, man. I'm cooling, man.
how much you want do from, like, week to week.
Okay. (phone chimes) You've got mail.
What, you're managing now?
(phone buzzes)
"Can I even feel bad for this horse anymore?"
-Yeah, man. That's cool, man. -Yeah.
It's all wireless and fully integrated into the platform.
but, you know, I think I could be
* Paper... *
ALFRED: Shit, yeah, man. Let's dip.