Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Yeah, it's sad. - ♪ I don't work for free ♪
TJ needs a manager.
You don't have to tell them about the racism, man.
He probably don't have that much on him.
Uh, I'm going to go check on my wife downstairs.
Well, you cleaned me out.
Oh, okay, yeah.
So you know Fernando, then.
- Let's see here, let's just do that right. - [overlapping chatter]
to curate the beginning of his career.
My vision is to turn this place
It was much, much deeper than that.
- Good. I'm-I'm glad. - Mm-hmm.
He was just sitting over there, smoking a cigar
Sox? Like... like S-O-X?
- I mean, it's... - Well, yeah, bro, don't worry. I got you.
Darius.
But what you do?
Um, I get hit on by Black men a lot, so... [laughs]
artists can stay and work here free of charge.
Come on, man, stop playing.
He going to get my money, right?
Maybe I got the juice to pull it off. What'd you think?
- [glass shattering] - Damn.
Oh. Oh.
- ♪ - All this shit free any goddamn way.
Thanks for the Nando's, bitch!
That's hard as fuck.
my wife was a voice of reason-- my ex-wife.
Hey, yo, brother.
but she's definitely a cunt.
[quietly]: Yeah. Whitest shit I ever heard.
I ain't leaving here emptyhanded. Fuck that shit.
Say, swell, that's Paper Boi.
I hate to tell it to you, but that nigga
How many billionaires do you know?
♪ Whoa, yeah ♪