Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

Where were you?

Hey, your single, "Money Bags,"

I been shopping with this nigga for ten years.

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

Uh, I don't know.

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

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

You high over there, man?

Um, I don't know.

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

He be on them damn gift cards, man.

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

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

Fuck you want from me, man?

but the way they dive into depression,

(indistinct chatter starts)

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

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

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

Good luck getting any of that damn money back.

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

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

Child lock, man.

* That paper, boy, paper, boy *

MAN 2: I don't think so.

We got options coming soon. And, in fact,

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

Bam! Right into the brain.

Uh... (short chuckle)

on any card you want.

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

(car engine starts, tires squeal)