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(man shouting in distance)

and that's $60K, guaranteed.

DARIUS: Wait a minute. Y'all smell that?

-Yo, we should... -VIOLET: Those fucking niggas

And she runs the Pajama Jam.

-Violet, open this fucking door! -DARIUS: Hey, Earn.

-Yes, I've been saying that. -For sure, for sure.

I gotta make my next moves

(grunts) You all right? You all right?

TRACY: Ah, shit. This nigga losing it, man.

-You good? -ALFRED: Yeah, man.

You got to watch out for me?

TRACY: Yo, let me roll, man.

probably more than $60K

-(indistinct chatter) -All right, man. Goddamn.

Th-That's the girl when both our phones died.

-* Am I a good man? * -* Ooh, ooh *

We got fuckin', fuckin' smoking with Paper Boi.

* (orchestra: up-tempo Italian instrumental)

You know what? Whatever, man. Whatever.

-a flight of steps? -I saw it.

Tracy, man, what'd I tell you

that changed my shit up, man.

Oh, no, we good, we good. They turning, they turned.

What's up? What's up, pussy?

And you knew that.

I think somebody tailing us.

'Cause I ain't asked when. I asked where.

All right, man. We'll see.