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(gentle music)

- Ooh, Funarios. - Wow.

That's crazy.

(sultry downtempo music)

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

(sultry downtempo music)

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

(sultry downtempo music)

(soft sultry music)

(midtempo bass-heavy music)

♪ We got it next ♪

♪ This how you finesse ♪

♪ We come for they necks ♪

♪ We come to collect, gimme dat ♪

♪ Did it all on my own, yeah ♪

♪ Went and brought it back home, yeah ♪

♪ Now they callin' my phone, yeah ♪

♪ But I'm all in my zone ♪

♪ They not a threat ♪

♪ Tell 'em reset ♪

♪ When they at they best ♪

♪ We still not impressed ♪

♪ Did it all on my own, yeah ♪

♪ Went a brought it back home, yeah ♪

♪ Bought a watch with the stones, yeah ♪

♪ Caught 'em watchin' my throne, yeah ♪

♪ Ain't no one doin' the shit that we doin' ♪

♪ Ain't nobody ♪

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

Kia, where are you?

- Good morning to you too, bitch.

- Good morning, where the hell are you, girl?

I'm damn near halfway through my workout.

Where are you?

- Yeah, about that.

I don't think I'm gonna make it.

- Are you serious, Kia?

Oh my god, girl, couldn't you have called?

You could've told me something, for real?

- Uh, girl, what am I doing right now?

- Earlier, Kia, earlier.

You could've called, you could've told me something.

- (scoffs) But if I would've called you earlier,

then you wouldn't have went and worked out.

And then what?

- (scoffs) Girl, whatever.

I'm finna be done with this workout anyway,

so I'll just hit you later, all right?

- Mm-hmm.

- Where the hell are you, Kia?

- I don't know if I wanna tell you that.

- Okay, since when do we not tell each other everything?

- Kia, where are you?

- Girl, (sighs) you gotta promise not to judge me.

Matter of fact, don't say anything, okay?

And you gotta swear on the name of Beyonce.

- Girl, it is not that damn serious.

Kia, where are you?

- But it is. Now say it.

- I swear on Beyonce, all right?

I swear on Beyonce.

Where are you, Kia?

- I'm at Dante's. - Bitch! What?

Are you? What?

- See, I told your ass not to say anything.

- I'm, I'm not judging, Kia.

I swear I'm not judging.

I'm just like, what happened to freakin' Lorenzo?

- Oh, that's still my boo.

Oh, but you know I can't turn down no dick from Dante.

Mm, plus, girl, he's so unserious.

I don't even count this as real life right now.

- Well, cheers to that, Kia.

- Yeah, girl, so I'm gonna get a few rounds

in before I leave.

You wanna go get lunch?

- Now, bitch, how you can't never

make the motherfuckin' gym,

but you always can make the motherfuckin' lunch meeting?

What? What the?

Make it make sense, Kia.

- (chuckling) See, there you go.

Now you're judging.

- I'll talk to you later, okay?

All right, bye, girl.

♪ Ball on these niggas head just for the fun ♪

♪ Got it next I won't try it ♪

♪ If I finesse the drink they gone buy it ♪

♪ Yeah, we 50 something deep like a riot ♪

♪ If I said they a threat, I'll be lying ♪

♪ Yeah, I know niggas hate all the time ♪

♪ Had to change up my rhymes, niggas stealing my slime ♪

♪ And I know bitches ain't worth a dime ♪

♪ Had change up my line, they be wasting my time, yeah ♪

♪ We got it next ♪

♪ This how you finesse ♪

- I'm sorry, what?

- Your body's amazing.

- Thank you. - It is.

- Thank you, thank you so much.

- What you in here, like five times a week?

- I try to do a little something every day, yeah.

- Well, I wish I could work out with you.

I know you'll have me together.

- Oh, you're so sweet.

Girl, your body is amazing. - Thank you.

- What are you talking about? - I'm trying. Thank you.

- You're welcome.

My workout partner bailed on me.

You are welcome to join if you want.

- Cool.

Ooh, I'd love to.

- Um, yeah, just grab one of those.

Sorry, one second.

Okay, so it's leg day, all right?

- Okay, what we doing? - So it's about to get

a little crazy.

Are you ready? - I'm ready. I'm with you.

- All right, all right. - Yeah.

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- Gotta feed my baby.

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Mmm ♪ ♪ Please time to take over ♪

- You gon have to chill out.

- What? What I do?

- I'm for real.

If we gon be fuckin', that's it.

And you can't be coming around trying to do this cooking

and wifey shit.

- I bet you gon eat that shit though.

- Nah, I'ma throw it away.

Yeah, I'ma eat it, it's cooked.

- Whatever, nigga, you don't care about that bitch.

- How you figure?

And what I told you about speaking on my girl?

- You got her sleeping in my juices every night.

How am I here all the time?

Where the fuck do she be at?

She don't fuck with you neither?

- Shut up, Asia!

Damn, you talk too much!

Matter of fact, it's time for you to go.

- Well, what if I want some more, then what?

- Aw, then that's too bad, 'cause I'm all drained out.

Get the fuck on.

- (scoffs) Whatever, nigga, fuck you.

Ain't got to be around here.

I done been put out in better places than this.

Let me get my shit, and you can have that bitch.

Don't fuckin' call me, fuck you.

- You gon want some dick again, shut up.

- [Asia] Fuck you.

(gentle music)

- Talking about you can cook, ha.

(gentle music)

Oh, shit, hell no.

I'ma have to call her back.

(Mariah laughing)

Bruh, are you just gon be on your phone all night?

Are you gon do anything besides be on that phone?

- What the fuck is wrong with you now, Twan, huh?

What's the problem now? Huh?

Damn. - What the fuck I just said?

I'm hungry as shit, you're not doing anything,

and every time I look over here you're just on the phone.

- Okay, so now me being on the phone is a problem too?

- No, you're being lazy and shit.

- Well, what can I do, Twan?

Huh? - You lazy as fuck!

That's the problem. (Mariah laughs)

- Nigga, I don't know what the fuck your issue is,

and I don't know who the fuck

you think you talking to right now.

(laughs) You know what?

You so motherfuckin' hungry, I'll go make you something.

Then, will you shut the fuck up?

- [Twan] Nah, you know what'll make me shut the fuck up?

Where the fuck you been?

- Is this, where's my little one?

(utensils clanking)

I got that chicken. (phone notification beeps)

(Mariah laughs)

- So you really just gonna ignore me?

I said where the fuck have you been?

- What are you talking about, Twan?

- Who the fuck you been giggling

on this damn phone with so much?

- Really?

What the fuck is your problem, huh?

You need to chill the fuck out, Twan.

You're doing too much.

The fuck is wrong with you?

- Oh, I'm doing too much? - Yes.

- I'm the one that's doing too much.

But every time I walk in this bitch,

you're on the phone giggling and shit,

laughing and shit, what?

- Giggling and laughing?

That's what this is about?

You have a problem because I'm fucking happy?

You gotta be a sick motherfucker to have an issue

with your bitch being happy.

You fuckin' weird-ass nigga, move out the fuckin' way!

- That's what I'm talking about, yo.

You switching up, 'cause you ain't never talked

to me like that before. - I'm switching up?

I'm switching up?

Yeah? 'Cause I'm fuckin' sick of you, Twan!

I'm fuckin' sick of you!

I'm happy!

I haven't been happy with you in forever, nigga.

And I'm supposed to be mad because you're miserable?

Fuck you, bro. - You're sick of me?

- Yes, I'm sick of you.

- You're sick of me, but I'm the one putting up

with your pathetic-ass bullshit, right?

- Right. - Ha.

- Make your own fuckin' dinner, I'm out.

I'm out, nigga.

- Mariah, I'm sorry, yo.

I'm sorry, Mariah, baby, baby.

- Let me go, Twan. - Listen, hold on, babe.

- Let me go! - I'm sorry, listen.

I just wanna say I love you,

and I just really feel like I've been losing you lately.

But please don't leave.

- Twan, just let me go, all right?

Damn.

I just need to get some air, okay?

I'll be back.

Twan,

I love you, all right?

Stop, I just need to be by myself right now.

But we'll get through this, okay?

- So you still leaving?

(gentle music)

- Yes.

(gentle music)

- I'll cook, I'll... Fuck, man!

Damn!

- Thanks for dinner, baby girl.

- Hmm.

- What's with all this attitude?

- I shouldn't even be here.

- And, yet, here you are.

Butt naked, barefoot, and making dinner.

What are we even talking about here?

- I don't wanna do this anymore, Tahj, all right?

I literally just walked out on Twan.

That is my man.

I know you don't give a damn,

but Twan is my man. - So what?

- I feel fuckin' guilty right now.

I'm not like you, I have feelings, nigga.

- So what? That's it.

- Yes, that's it. That's it.

I'm just one of your many women, right?

You got all these other bitches.

I'm just one, right?

- You right, I got plenty of women.

What that gotta do with the fact that I want you?

- We can't always have what we want, Tahj.

- (chuckles) We can't always get what we want.

(dramatic music)

That's, you just, you confused.

You gotta be. - Excuse me?

- You think you got a choice in this shit?

- Nigga, you are fuckin' crazy, you know that?

You're fuckin' crazy, Tahj!

- Crazy?

You have no idea.

(dramatic music)

Sit the fuck down!

(dramatic music)

Now!

(dramatic music)

What you think this is?

Let me make something clear to you right here, right now.

You do got a choice.

You can do what the fuck you told

and live a long, healthy, happy life.

Or, (chuckles) you gon deal with the punishment

for being disobedient.

Now you make a choice right now.

Who am I kidding, man?

You probably love the punishment.

(dramatic music)

Now, what to do with you?

What's gon be your choice, Mariah?

Mariah?

- Tahj, can I ask you a question, please?

- Nah, I think you've been doing enough talking.

- Tahj, shit, come,

can I just ask you a quick question?

- What? What?

- Why do you think that I will enjoy your punishment?

- You curious, huh?

Just shut the fuck up and let me do what I do.

(Mariah groans)

I could devour your whole motherfuckin' body right now.

You better start acting like you got some sense

when it come to me.

You know you belong to me, right?

Hmm?

Give me that tongue.

Say it.

- I, I belong to you.

- What? Louder!

- I belong to Tahj.

I belong to Tahj!

- Mhmm.

(Mariah grunts)

(slow passionate music)

(singer speaking in French) (slow passionate music)

(hand smacks) - Ah!

(singer speaking in French) (slow passionate music)

(hand smacks) Ah!

(singer speaking in French) (slow passionate music)

(Mariah moaning and groaning) (slow passionate music)

(hand smacks)

(Mariah moaning and groaning) (slow passionate music)

(hand smacks) Ow!

(Mariah moaning and groaning) (slow passionate music)

(hand smacks) - Louder, bitch.

- I belong to you, Tahj.

(hand smacks) (Mariah groans)

(Mariah moaning and groaning) (slow passionate music)

(Mariah moaning and groaning)

(phone ringing) I belong to you, Tahj.

- Answer it. - What the fuck?

Tahj, this is too much.

What the? What the fuck am I... [Tahj] Answer it.

- What the fuck am I supposed to say?

- You better figure it out,

'cause I ain't stoppin'. - Oh (moans).

(pants) Hello.

- Baby, where you at? (Mariah panting)

- Hi, hey, baby, I'm just at Kia's house (pants).

(Mariah moans)

I just needed to clear my mind (moans).

(Mariah moaning)

- Mariah, you must think I'm fuckin' stupid.

Where the fuck are you?

- Baby. - Look, baby, I know couples fight.

They have disagreements all the time.

But I know like hell,

you ain't doing some stupid shit right now.

(Mariah moans and pants)

- Baby, no, it's nothing like that. (pants)

You gotta stop hanging around your friends, baby.

They're toxic, okay?

(Mariah panting)

They're, baby, they're making you paranoid.

Have you been drinking?

You lit right now?

You sound really insecure, Twan.

(hand smacks) Ah!

- What the fuck was that?

- I just, I tripped, baby.

I'm, I'm okay, I'm sorry, I'm... You know what, Mariah?

All right, that's a bet.

I just want you to tell

whoever that is fucking you over there,

he better know how I'm coming.

- It's nothing like that. (call disconnects)

It's nothing like that.

Twan!

Fuck.

- Oh, hell nah.

Nah, it ain't no way this bitch was just getting fucked,

and answered the phone?

(gentle music)

Pick up.

(gentle music)

Hey, bring your ass over here.

♪ She's a whole different girl from behind closed doors ♪

- Ah, Mariah.

Hell nah.

♪ 'Cause she freaky, freaky ♪

♪ You know how to please me ♪

- I know he heard me.

Twan is not fuckin' stupid.

- "I hope he know what's up with me." (laughs)

That nigga know not to play with me, man.

You better keep your man in check, Mariah.

- Twan is a grown-ass man, I'm not his bodyguard.

Nigga, you just got me fucking caught!

You got me caught

and I don't wanna hear your stupid-ass jokes right now!

- Whoa, I got you caught? - Yes!

- Nah, your spontaneous ways

and your loyalty to me got you caught.

- First of all, nigga,

if somebody was fucking you hard as hell from the back,

I don't think you could just be silent.

- Whoa, whoa, what? Man, listen-

- What the fuck did you expect me to do?

- Whoa. (smacks hands)

Don't you ever say no weird-ass shit like that

to me ever again in your life.

You need to learn how to talk to me, Mariah,

before I snap for real.

- Tahj, I'm fuckin' done with all this stupid-ass shit.

All of this is bullshit.

I cannot fucking believe that I lost myself

all because I let your dumbass get in my fuckin' head.

- Nah, you don't believe that.

- Yes, I do. - Don't say it.

Don't say it. - Yes, the fuck I do.

That thrill that I once felt when we first met each other,

that shit is dead, nigga.

It's been dead.

I'm really good on energy.

And your energy is, it turned, it's dark.

It's fuckin' demonic.

- Okay.

- That's all you gotta say to me is, "Okay"?

- You free to go as you please.

(heels clacking)

- Twan!

Oh, fuck.

(heels clacking)

(keys jingling)

Twan!

Fuck.

Twan!

Shit, I know this nigga hear me.

Twan!

Baby!

Twan!

Baby, open the door.

- Hey. - Twan, open the door.

- Shorty, go back to where the fuck you came from.

- Baby, let's just talk.

Open the door, please, baby, it's raining out here.

- Now you know damn well

I ain't got nothing to say to you right now.

- Baby, it is not what you think, I swear.

Just open the door.

- What, Mariah? - So we can talk.

What are talking?

- Mariah, I'm busy right now,

so I'ma need you to go back to doing whoever

or whatever the fuck it was you was doing last night.

- I wasn't doing anybody.

How I can you treat me like this right now?

- Last I checked, this is my motherfuckin' house.

Your shit is in the front yard,

and I think you'll do just fine.

- I'm about to fuckin' scream.

Twan, stop fuckin' playing with me, you bitch-ass nigga!

Open this fuckin' door!

I swear to God!

I fuckin' swear to God!

Open this fuckin' door, Twan!

I live here too, you bitch-ass nigga!

Fuckin' open- - Hey!

Mariah, you can scream all the fuck you want to,

that shit ain't gon do nothing.

As I said, this is my shit and you can get the fuck on.

Better yet, I got a real good suggestion for you.

Go to Kia house, ain't that what you always do?

I gotta go.

Raggedy bitch.

- Twan. Twan!

- Yeah. - Open the fuckin' door,

you bitch-ass nigga, open...

Twan!

(gentle music)

- Oh, that was wifey?

Why you ain't let her in?

I'm in the mood for a threesome,

and I'm sure I could teach her a thing or two.

- Asia, shut fuck the up.

- She don't be smelling me in these sheets?

- Stop bringing up my bitch.

(Asia scoffs) And go clean yourself up.

- Yes, daddy. ♪ I just wanna movie ♪

♪ Move me with your lovin, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, let's make a movie, move me ♪

♪ With you, baby, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I just want a movie, move me ♪

♪ With your lovin, yeah ♪

(downtempo music)

- Mm, (speaks faintly).

(downtempo music)

You ready for me, baby?

(downtempo music)

(sultry downtempo music)

(sultry downtempo music fading)