Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So you think I'm a waste?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
That's one way to VIP.
What you mean?
Oh, well, you know, it's always a lying nigga.
- Where did I go wrong, Mercedes? - Mama, don't start this shit again.
My arms is tired.
Slay, queen, slay!
How come I don't?
Let me think on that, then.
'cause Mercedes about to pop that ass for that cash.
That I do.
The smoke?
Come get this baby.
Hallelujah, hallelujah
...it's Hailey.
You're not a waste, Mercedes.
Cash or money order on this equity loan
I thought you liked a little easy money.
Shit.
All right, it be 30, little mama.
Mercedes, finish dancing my turn for me?
Lit up in this motherfucker.
The way you getting down up in twerk town,
God loves a cheerful giver
I told you to keep your hands off our girls, now.
- What? - Ain't popped his tags yet.
- Shit. - Fuck!
Customer put his fucking beer on the stage,
- The fuck? - Stage work was always paid beforehand.
Somebody left two stacks for your little champagne room experience.
Autumn Night!
- I need you to play this. - This Mercedes-approved?
All right, bitches.
How in the world did you know--
Night, Uncle Clifford.
I asked y'all a question.
Girl, that's double what niggas throwing down nowadays in the champagne room.
Shit!
'cause thou shalt not lose to the Southaven Sizzles.
No, thank you.
On the floral brick, nigga.
Yeah.
This ish y'all doing right here ain't gonna get y'all no crown.
Ain't like my G-string a motherfucking collection plate.
Somebody, hey
All right, all right, all right.
Yo, Pico, what the fuck?
What you gonna do when you leave?
Many folks you killed over there,
Well, tonight was a good night.
church should have been getting double the tithes and offering,