Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

on any card you want.

He be on them damn gift cards, man.

TV ADVERTISER: ...will not protect or prevent injury...

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

* That paper, boy, paper, boy *

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

I been shopping with this nigga for ten years.

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

Hey, your single, "Money Bags,"

(car engine starts, tires squeal)

We got options coming soon. And, in fact,

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

Good luck getting any of that damn money back.

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

Uh, I don't know.

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

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

Child lock, man.

Where were you?

but the way they dive into depression,

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

You high over there, man?

Bam! Right into the brain.

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

MAN 2: I don't think so.

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

Um, I don't know.

Fuck you want from me, man?

Uh... (short chuckle)

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

(indistinct chatter starts)

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

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

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

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