Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

He be on them damn gift cards, man.

but the way they dive into depression,

I been shopping with this nigga for ten years.

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

* That paper, boy, paper, boy *

Hey, your single, "Money Bags,"

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

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Child lock, man.

We got options coming soon. And, in fact,

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

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

on any card you want.

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

Uh... (short chuckle)

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

(indistinct chatter starts)

Bam! Right into the brain.

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

Fuck you want from me, man?

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

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

Um, I don't know.

You high over there, man?

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

MAN 2: I don't think so.

(car engine starts, tires squeal)

Uh, I don't know.

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

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

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

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

Where were you?

Good luck getting any of that damn money back.