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♪ Well, I'm doing okay, okay ♪

♪ And I did, I did survive ♪

♪ While you roam the streets ♪

♪ And you play the fields ♪

♪ Like so many other guys ♪

♪ You think that being a player ♪

- Ah. - ♪ Is such a big thrill ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Just like you, baby ♪

♪ I get lonely, too ♪

♪ And I ♪♪

Ay, mama, where you going?

- The party just about to get started, baby. - Nigga, please.

- I'm off the clock. - Get out of here.

- ♪ 'Cause you and I been through it ♪ - ♪ Through the mud ♪

- ♪ Made sure I had the blueprint ♪ - ♪ I doubled up ♪

♪ Yeah, I hustle like my momma...

I'll take your breakfast special. Coffee, black.

- ♪ I used to see you crying over paychecks ♪ - ♪ I leveled up ♪

- ♪ Now you sit back and let your head rest ♪ - ♪ I wreck it up ♪

♪ Yeah, I hustle like my momma ♪

♪ Food stamps, trying to get some groceries ♪

♪ Always keep your head up, you told me ♪

♪ But every single talent show and game night ♪

♪ I seen my momma smiling on the sideline ♪

♪ Can't wait till I repay ♪

♪ Pray I have a daughter with your fame ♪

♪ Close my eyes at night ♪

♪ You know I'm praying, 'cause you and I ♪

♪ 'Cause you and I been through it ♪

- ♪ Through the mud ♪ - ♪ Made sure I had the blueprint ♪

- ♪ I doubled up ♪ - ♪ Yeah, I hustle like my momma ♪

- ♪ I used to see you crying over paychecks ♪ - ♪ I leveled up...

Where's your friend?

What?

Your friend.

The one that wears the Titans hat.

Baby, I don't really got a lot of friends.

Reggie.

Oh! Tonk?

I don't know where that nigga at.

He had to run to Philly.

He probably on the road somewhere.

But I can take real good care of you, lil mama.

What's your name?

Don't miss your blessing now.

Tonk ain't the only one making money out here.

Hey, new girl.

You know the point of dancing or whatever the fuck

you was doing out there is to make money, right?

Cheeks, let her be.

No, I'm saying, ain't nobody trying

to see all that dancing to some sad-ass shit.

This ain't one of them white-ass strip clubs.

It's Ni'Jah. It's one of her most profound songs.

"Profound." This bitch said, "Profound."

It's a song about a dead baby.

Okay? Our job here is to make dicks hard.

Not shrivel up and fall the fuck off.

I'm just trying to be real with you.

You could make more money working at McDonald's.

And woman to woman, they gon' fire your ass

if niggas keep walking out of here scratchin' they heads.

Instead of holding they nuts, am I right, bitch?

She made seven fucking dollars.

Hey, I really liked your dance.

Open the fucking car!

Open the fucking car!

Don't fucking do this!

Open the fucking car!

Not getting out of this car till you fucking apologize!

You don't pay the fucking bills! I do!

This is my fucking car! Open the car!

You're gonna start walking home, bitch!

You don't have the... Fucking God, I'm done with you.

- Apologize. - Sorry.

Now open the door.

I know you're sorry. But I promise y'all...

Fuck you, wee head little dick!

Fuck you!

♪ How do, how do, how do ♪

♪ Hi ♪

♪ How do, how do, how do ♪

♪ Hi ♪

♪ Hi ♪

♪ Hi, hi ♪♪

Carmen?

Girl, quit playin'. I can see your shadow.

Did you follow me?

No.

W-Well, not really.

I saw your car.

A-And you did tell Barry that one time

that you live nearby the club, so...

- What do you want? - Can I...

can I use your bathroom?

I'm, like, literally about to explode.

Sure.

I drank way too much Gatorade before dancing.

Ah, I've always wondered what the rooms in here looked like.

Oh, fuck!

Do you have a tampon?

It looks like an El Chapo crime scene in here.

I have napkins.

I'll just use toilet paper. It's fine.

I'm sorry you saw that earlier.

Saw what?

My dipshit boyfriend.

Oh, that's fine.

Um, I have some stuff I have to finish...

Hey, do you want to get some food?

I'm, like, starving.

No, I-I have a lot to do.

My treat.

You know the other girls are just jealous, right?

You're, like, one of the most confident girls in there.

They're scared of your potential.

I could teach you some pole work if you want.

I make the most money at the club for a reason.

This job is only temporary.

Wow.

Okay. Manifest that shit.

Get the life you deserve.

Oh, so you now you give a shit?

All of a sudden you care now?

You didn't seem to care when you left my ass.

Get off my line.

Okay, look, not to be weird,

but I feel, like, really connected to you.

Like, I understand what it feels like to not be accepted.

To live out of a suitcase and not have any friends.

I mean, I ran away from my last relationship

because he couldn't accept me being Black.

You're Black?

Yeah. My dad's half.

Half what?

Black?

Yeah.

That's why my stage name's Halsey.

You do know who Halsey is, right?

Have you been living under a rock?

She's, like, the best singer out.

Not better than Ni'Jah.

Oh.

You're a killer bee.

Part of the swarm.

Talk about Ni'Jah, you get stung.

That's so cool.

Oh, my fucking God.

Look.

I got to get food for my man.

He wants it, like, now.

So, we got to dip in a minute.

Hey, do you want to... do you want to come in?

No.

He's gonna think that I've been fucking around.

If... if you come in, he'll know I'm straight.

I'm good.

I'll literally pay you to come in.

I know you need the cash.

Take it, it's fine.

Who's that?

Be hospitable, please.

This is my homegirl Carmen.

Hey, where's my food?

Bathroom?

Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, what the fuck is this?

I asked for a single bread bowl. This shit is a double.

It's too much fucking bread!

I can't eat that fucking gluten. I'm gonna feel sick!

You're hungry, right?

- So just eat it... - Now what the fuck are you...

I pay for the house, pay for the car,

- pay for all our food... - What are you doing?!

Why you got to be so fucking stupid?

You fucking asshole! I paid for that food.

You better mop it up and eat it.

Shut up! All you do is whine.

"Boo-fuckin-hoo, oh, my life is so fucking horrible."

- I'm not fucking doing this right now. - You're not doing what?

- Fucking everything up? 'Cause you are doing that. - You whine and complain

- about everything I do. Every fucking thing I do... - That is what you are doing!

- ...is a problem with you. - Right now. Fucking things up.

So I thought I'd show you how to achieve

that bomb winged eyeliner look with a hint

of smoky eye, and remember, the key to this look is

less is more. Now...

First step, I'm gonna start in the cut crease, right?

Just a little bit right there.

Hey!

How the fuck did you get in here?

Well, I mean, I didn't have your number.

So I just told the guy at the front

that we're best friends, and he let me in.

I had to fuck Sir, so he'd take a nap.

But I packed everything I could and I stole his car.

Can I use your shower?

What friends? We don't have any friends.

That's true.

You want some?

I don't drink.

We can even start dating again.

You like Mel?

What's wrong with Mel?

Look at his bitch posting on Insta.

He thinks I'm gonna get jealous.

Please.

We are so done.

I'm never going back to his abusive ass.

Hey, do you need a roommate?

Two. Dos.

The queen is having twins!

Anyone who's mad at her

having these twins is not really understanding that icons

move throughout time, okay?

They move throughout history, if you will

We getting' all the tea of her life

and we are moving through the stages of her development...

Yo. Yo, yo, yo!

What the fuck?

Fuck you.

Fucking fuck you.

Fuck you.

We've got a shovel.

I think maybe we flee to Mexico.

Or... I mean, New York...

if you don't have a passport.

Carmen, I have so many things. I-I've...

I've got flashlights, tools,

batteries.

I made us some sandwiches.

His Glock, obviously.

Couple bricks of weed that we can sell. Then we could...

- Can I see? - Yes, of course you can see!

It's ours! We can... just...

We can be, like, the Black Thelma and Louise.

Maybe even, like, flee the country if we have to.

We-we can, we can go to Canada.

Oh, my God, this is fucking insane!

How are you feeling? Are you good?

I mean, I don't mind driving if you get too tired.

I think maybe even taking my car might be the better call.

Oh, my God, I can't stop tingling!

This is so fucking crazy.

I feel like Halsey.

Feel like I can do anything.

Hey, how much money do you have saved up?

Maybe we can...

Hey, Siri?

Who's Halsey?

♪ Rain don't cry like it used to ♪

♪ Plane don't fly like it used to ♪

♪ Used to be true ♪

♪ Got a man outside and he cute, too ♪

♪ Sentenced with five and a coupe, too ♪

♪ Him a nine on five like I used to ♪

♪ I been drinking way more than I should ♪

♪ I shouldn't do that, I been fucking way more than ♪

♪ I should, I shouldn't do that ♪

♪ Damn ♪♪

What's up, bitch?

Hey.

Hey, you want to make some more money tonight?

I'm down.

All right, we need a designated driver for this job.

But we got to leave now to get dressed, though.

And you are not wearing that.

All right, all right, all right, all right. Listen.

If anybody want to fuck, it's a stack a dick.

And I don't care how tempting these niggas are,

we will not be giving out our numbers

- and we will not be having their fucking babies. - Mm.

- Who are these people? - Here you go, sis.

I don't know. Mocha put an ad on Backpage.

- They're college baseball players. - Okay.

- Well, it sound like the money should be good. - Ooh.

- Mm-hmm. - How long we gonna be there for?

As long as they got money,

da fuq?

But, wait, anybody know what happened to Hailey?

Is it true that the cops were looking for her?

I swear, her ass is always drama.

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah,

but it's still not like her to leave money on the table.

Uh, yeah, it is.

Besides, her boyfriend runs her little pasty ass.

But that's just men in general.

I ain't never met a nigga with a purpose.

Yeah, 'cause their purpose is to pay our bills.

Damn.

Who the fuck wronged you bitches?

Yeah, okay. Carmen, men...

good? Trash? What?

Well, I think that...

...sex and...

the whole masculine form is a waste.

There are plenty of ways to derive pleasure,

and we should be exploring that more.

A woman needs no one.

Well, damn, y'all.

"A woman needs no one."

Wh-Where the fuck you hear that at?

Bitch, you ended that shit with a Ni'jah quote.

You're fucking weird, Carmen.

♪ Yeah, let me know, yeah ♪

♪ Girl, you looks good, won't you back that ass up? ♪

♪ You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up? ♪

♪ Call me Big Daddy when you back that ass up ♪

- ♪ Ho, who is you playing with? Back that ass up ♪ - Oh!

♪ Girl, you looks good, won't you back that ass up? ♪

♪ You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up? ♪

- That's right, make it rain. - ♪ Call me Big Daddy when you back that ass up ♪

♪ Ho, who is you playing with? Back that ass up ♪

- That's it, right there. - ♪ I know you can't stand it, dick bandit ♪

♪ Done landed, see your drawers handed ♪

Boy, you nasty.

- Take my groceries. - ♪ Gang split it, y'all ♪

♪ Put the bitch on the wall and I hit it, y'all ♪

- ♪ Looking kind of lonely, I'm feeling horny ♪ - Yes.

♪ Put the dick in the middle like Monie ♪

♪ Big thick plumber chick and a Hummer chick ♪

♪ Beat the dick like a motherfucking drummer chick ♪

♪ Cinch that putty-cat, look at that ♪

♪ I love a fucking hoody-rat, that's a fact ♪

♪ You's a motherfucking get it girl, quit it girl ♪

♪ I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga, that hit it, girl...

We don't need condoms, go for it.

♪ Girl, you looks good, won't you back that ass up? ♪♪

Oh, I didn't, uh...

didn't know anyone else was gonna be in here.

- I'm in here. - Yeah.

Um...

Why aren't you with your friends?

I like to be alone at things like this.

- Oh. - Fuck yeah, bro!

You do bad things like them?

Nah, you seem nice.

I'm not bad like those guys.

They're crazy, bro.

I've got a girlfriend.

I'm just trying to be good.

Could I just...

God. Could I just jerk off to you?

I'd pay you.

How much?

A hundred.

Thousand.

Okay. Yeah.

Shit.

Um... Uh, here.

I just... I just do it now?

Okay.

And I'm still gonna eat.

What?

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, God. Bite harder.

- No. - Oh.

Oh!

I knew your ass was a fucking freak.

Little weirdo.

Oh, God!

♪ He just gave me all this shit ♪

- Uh-huh. - Uh! - ♪ I put Molly in his drink ♪

- ♪ When he wasn't looking ♪ - Wha? - Yeah.

♪ He ain't know what was going on ♪

- ♪ I had my finger in his booty hole ♪ - Ooh!

♪ He ain't even notice ♪♪

- His booty hole! What?! - Ain't no booty hole!

Carmen, play some music.

- I'm hype. - Yes.

Get this party started!

That's my shit!

Right? Let's get this party...

♪ Try to get in where you fit in ♪

♪ I'm already know it, you ain't had me in a minute...

- Shit! - Oh, shit!

♪ Show me some...

Uh-uh, get me out of this fucking car.

- ...this old-ass whip. - You know what, Carmen,

I thought that out of all this shit,

that your ass would be able to fucking drive.

Is you all right, Paris?

It's 'cause she get on that gangsta lean

when she driving and shit.

- This is some bullshit. - You good?

- I'm good. - There's no nail in it.

The tire popped 'cause this car is janky as fuck.

Okay, well, any of y'all know how to change a flat tire?

Nigga, this is not the 1800s. Of course I do.

Uh, I do, too.

You got a spare in the trunk?

She should have.

- No! - Damn.

Damn, you fucking Looney Tune.

You got a dead body in there or something?

Yeah...

Fuck this. I'm gonna call an Uber.

Bitch, it's 4:00 a.m.

and we in the middle of the goddamn boonies.

Oh, shit, shit, shit. A car is coming.

Ladies, do your thing.

Do your thing.

Oh, we gonna die. Do the other thing!

Oh.

Ooh. Okay.

Y'all ladies need some help?

Hey, Big Daddy.

Um, our car broke down.

- Can you give us a ride? - All right.

Wait, hold up. Don't I know you from the club?

Oh, shit.

Lure ladies.

- Yeah, that's us. - All right.

I'm Reggie.

Folks call me Tonk.

What you all doing out here?

It's dangerous.

Good thing I got off my shift.

Who car this is?

Mine. It's my car.

Pep Boys opens up in about two hours, but...

I can't just leave y'all there.

I mean, I could change the whole thing out easy

back at my place.

Really? Would you? That's so sweet.

- I mean, we can pay you. - Mm-mm-mm.

No, no, no. My mama raised me right.

No, ma'am.

I'm happy to help.

Well, let's go back to his place.

All right, ladies, make yourselves at home.

All right? Don't worry about that laundry right there.

All right. Anyone want some coffee?

You got elderflower lemonade?

Uh... no, I do not have that.

But I do have some orange drink and tequila

- if that's the vibe. - Yeah, tequila.

Ay, ay, cool, cool, anyone else?

I'll take a shot if you're taking one.

And you know I am.

- Okay. - All right. You know what?

I'm just gonna get the bottle and some cups.

I'll be right back.

Who's your favorite artist?

Uh...

I mean,

I don't know, I mean, that new

Cody Blayzz album's a'ight, right?

I'm feeling that Toronto sound for sure.

Cody Blayzz has a total of one Grammy.

Ni'jah has 26.

Oh.

You think Cody Blayzz is better than Ni'jah?

I don't know.

- Then why did you say she could die? - What?

You said she could die tomorrow

and you wouldn't miss one song...

laughing emoji.

Oh, my God...

I mean...

I don't remember saying all that.

But you did.

Okay, um...

I'm gonna get that tequila and orange drink.

Geez.

Nigga, can you please shut the fuck up?

You are ruining the vibe up in here.

- Yeah. - And I saw he got Bring It On on DVD.

♪ Brr ♪

♪ It's cold in here ♪

♪ There must be some Toros in the atmosphere ♪

♪ I said, "Oh e..." ♪♪

Hey, now.

Tire is all done.

I just thought I'd tighten up a couple other things for you.

Oh...

- Where you from? - Houston.

Okay, I got some cousins down there.

I fuck with that place. I like Houstonians.

Y'all niggas nice.

Why don't you ask me what my name is?

Okay, uh... What's your name?

Dre.

My sister is Marissa Jackson.

Sound familiar to you?

Uh...

No.

I don't know no Jacksons around this way.

She out here with you, too?

She's dead.

Oh.

Um...

Okay, well, uh...

I'm all finished out here.

So, uh...

I'm-a...

I'm-a go back.

Inside.

- Bye, Reggie. - Let's go!

- My ass is tired! - Thank you so much.

We got extra dances for you next time you're at the club.

- Come on! - Okay.

He don't care that you got a AA degree.

I need to pee.

You need to pee?

- Aw, damn it. - What?

- No, we need to leave. - We ain't never leavin'.

What you doing?

- Fuck! - Bitch, what you doing?

Ah, my eyes!

Fuck!

Get the fuck off of her!

Get off of her!

Get the fuck... Get the fuck off of her!

Get off of her! Get off of her!

Get the fuck off of her!

Can you breathe?

Are you okay?

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Y'all-Y'all... Y'all okay? Shit!

We got to, we got to clean this shit up.

Wait.

Hey, is he dead?

He dead, though, right?

- What are we gonna do? - Bitches, bitches, relax.

It's fine. We're all fine.

We can call the police. He tried to fucking rape her!

No, no one's gonna believe us!

I think we should make a run for it.

I do, too.

Go get Carmen. Tell her we're leaving.

Wait, wait. Check his pockets.

Fucking piece of shit.

- Niggas, we got to go! - You got the gun?

Wait, I hear the car!

Did this bitch leave?

Carmen!

- Oh, my God. Oh. - Fuck!

♪ Rain don't cry like it used to ♪

♪ Plane don't fly like it used to ♪

♪ Used to be true ♪

♪ Got a man outside and he cute, too ♪

♪ Sentenced with five and a coupe, too ♪

♪ It's a nine on five like I used to ♪

♪ I been drinking way more than I should ♪

♪ I shouldn't do that ♪

♪ I been fucking way more than I should ♪

♪ I shouldn't do that ♪

♪ Damn ♪

♪ Is it possible to love again? ♪

♪ I want to get this all for you ♪

- ♪ Who, who, who ♪ - ♪ You, you, you ♪

♪ Hookin' ♪

♪ I wondered would the call go through ♪

♪ Hoo, hoo, hoo ♪

♪ Hookin' ♪

♪ Was I ever loved if you ain't love me? ♪

♪ When will you come again? ♪

♪ I just want to love again ♪

♪ When will I love again? ♪

♪ Crisis, not a crisis, he ain't with me ♪

♪ You and I split the prices ♪

♪ In the yard, sing with me ♪

♪ I was there when you, ooh, hoo ♪

♪ Who ain't fuck with you ♪

♪ I was there when even you, ooh, hoo ♪

♪ Who ain't fuck with you ♪

♪ I been ♪

♪ Drinking way more than I should ♪

♪ I shouldn't do that ♪♪