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You wanna hear a story about how me and this bitch here fell out?

It's kinda long, but it's full of suspense.

You could taste that shit

before he walked through the door.

It was fart. It was egg. It was nasty.

What you call it again when their skin get red like that?

- Rosacea?

- Yup. I saw that shit on TV.

Why it get like that?

Gracias.

Here we go. I'll get you some ketchup.

I didn't like that place.

There was just something about it.

It had the wrong air flow.

I didn't tell you?

Mmm-mmm.

It was like the energy was off.

What table am I at?

Thanks, guys.

The closer you are to the city, the prettier the girls.

I don't make the rules.

Hormones in the food help out hormones in the water.

Chicken taste like real chicken.

Nah, that ain't chicken.

Right.

Y'all got jalapeño poppers?

We don't.

So I met this white bitch at my job.

I was her waitress.

She came in with this old-ass, big-ass Black dude.

Damn, bitch, you got perfect titties!

I wish I had titties like that.

They look just like little apples.

Thank you.

So you just gonna pull that dyke shit

right in front of me and not include me?

You so dumb. Like, why you so dumb?

Every one of my tables is Fruit Loops.

You said it, not me.

I'm tired. I'm gonna take a break.

Girl...

I feel like we met.

- When? - I don't know. You dance?

- Sometimes. - I dance.

- Okay, bitch, me too. - Cute.

You're not supposed to be back here.

- What you doing tonight? - Nothing.

You wanna go somewhere with me?

Same bitch that won't dance for money

be the same bitch that be out on the block.

Same bitch that wanna smile in your face

be the same bitch that gonna come for you later.

- Period! - Oh, God!

Oh, God!

Like, why you on my Twitter?

Why you on my Facebook? Why you on my Tumblr?

Why are you DM-ing me?

Sis, why you tagging me on photos? - Sis!

You don't even fuck with me. - Sis!

Lemme know! Lemme know! - Sis.

- Lemme... - Yeah, sis!

You gonna get that?

She looks like you.

You think so?

I think she looks like her daddy.

He got a lazy eye, though. I hope she don't get that.

You got kids?

Time to go.

I'm hungry.

Put your number in.

You got my Twitter, my Tumblr and my Facebook.

Follow for follow, bitch.

Ay.

Hey, you wanna play this?

Come on, jump on it.

Oh. Shit, man!

I don't feel like cooking tonight.

Where you wanna go?

You want me to choose?

Have you heard anything I said?

Yo, why you looking at me like that?

Yo, am I missing something here?

Hey.

Last month I went dancing at this cute spot in Florida

where my roommate's girl made like 5 G's a night.

My roommate just told me

that he going down there tomorrow

and he asked me if I had any friends

that wanna make some money

and you the first bitch I thought of.

Damn, bitch! We just met yesterday

and you already trying to take ho trips together?

When we leaving?

Be ready by 2:00.

Who's all going?

Be ready by 2:00!

Who's all going?

Me, my boyfriend, and my roommate.

Last time I was there,

I met a rapper who had a song on the radio.

Hey, who is that?

Text me your address.

You just dropped me off the other night.

You think I remember, bitch?

I don't know where I am right now.

I'm gonna have to fuck my nigga calm.

Cute.

Yo, what's that look on your face?

I'm going to Florida to dance.

Since when?

Did I ever say anything to make you stop dancing?

You've been trained to know better.

Oh, so, I'm trained?

When a man don't have anything to say

about the way you make your money, he don't like it.

So, what if I don't?

You know I'm working on getting a better job.

- You like that? - I do.

I'mma go to Florida with this white girl I met

and we gonna dance.

- Good? - Good.

- Are you close? - No!

Okay. Whoo!

Hey, bitch!

This is gonna be so fun.

It's my bitch, Zola. - Hey, bitch Zola.

It'll be 48 hours till I know this nigga's name.

Baby bitch Zola.

It's gonna be so fun.

- That's my purse. - Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Thank you. - You got it.

Let's do it! The Tampa crew!

How you doin'? Yo, Derrek, let's go!

Hey. Hey. Hey!

[SINGING ALONG] ♪♪ Hannah Montana

♪♪ Hannah Montana, Hannah Montana

♪♪ Hannah Montana, Hannah Montana

♪♪ I got Molly, I got white I got Molly, I got white

♪♪ I been trappin', trappin' Trappin', trappin'

♪♪ All damn night

♪♪ Hannah Montana, Hannah Montana

♪♪ Hannah Montana, Hannah Montana

♪♪ I got Molly, I got white I got Molly, I got white

♪♪ I been trappin', trappin' Trappin', trappin'

♪♪ All damn night

♪♪ Hannah Montana, Hannah Montana

♪♪ I'm selling them bricks out the Phantom

♪♪ Got Hannah Montana

♪♪ I'm drinking the lean out the Phantom

♪♪ Glaw, Glaw, Glaw Fuck nigga got Anna

♪♪ Got your bitch, she white Hannah Montana in a Panamera

♪♪ She a college girl but her wrist Katrina

♪♪ In the kitchen And she baking like Anita

♪♪ Hit the club Diamonds shining

♪♪ Like I'm drinking Margarita

♪♪ I'm in London... ♪♪

Oh, damn!

I'm dying! I'm dying! Show Zola.

He be doing the funniest shit, Zola.

I ain't seen him do no funny shit yet.

Yo, I'm gonna make videos like this.

Premium.

I'm so hungry, I could eat a dick right now.

You got tissue?

I swear on my life! I swear on my momma's life!

I was like... Like, "What?" Like, "Huh?"

Like, this dookie-ass bitch

with a nappy-ass head was up in my face!

I was like, "Look, if you gonna slide up and down"

"a pole all night in some doo-do-ass drawers,"

"clean your butt! Like, have you some wet wipes, boo-boo,"

"'cause nobody lookin' to get Giardia on account of no ho!"

Like, not again!

Then this bitch was up in my face!

I was like, "Look, booger bitch,"

"best get your ghetto ass up out my face."

"It's not my fault you nasty!"

"It's not my fault I make more money than you!"

- Clean your butt! - "It's not my fault you nasty!"

"It's not my fault"

"I make more money than you!" - Clean your butt!

Oh God!

Turn that shit the fuck up!

- Word. - Yeah!

Yo! Derrek.

What's this?

A little spot, just for a couple of hours.

- All of us? - Thought you was tired.

I'm not tired.

You look tired.

I guess I'm tired.

You already look pretty.

Baby.

You know they filmed Miami Vice around here?

DERREK: Mmm-mmm.

- You remember that movie? - I don't.

Well, you've seen it.

Look at those lips.

You like it? You don't think it's too pink?

- Mmm-mmm. I wanna lick them. - Okay, chill.

Yo, yo... My bad. My bad.

Take care of your own shit.

So, we get to Florida

and show up at this nasty motel.

Don't worry about the smell.

Ain't nothing a little air freshener can't handle.

We gonna be at the club all night.

This room for Derrek. Do not trip.

Don't trip.

Yo. Yo, I'm not trying to stay here, for real.

Hey, hey, hey.

I don't wanna see your face like that.

You only gotta be here till they get done with what they gotta do.

Our room's not ready. What can I do?

I'm not a hotel. I can't make it ready.

- I got that. - It don't make any sense,

putting a bunch of money into a room

you gonna be in all alone.

You're not gonna like that. So...

We save money today...

What?

...and get to the pool and the pina coladas tomorrow.

Exactamente. Yeah, um...

But can I just come with you guys to the club?

Nigga, what did I just tell you?

Hey.

I'm sorry.

It's not so bad, is it?

Yo, it kinda is.

We'll be back soon.

Whose is that?

Yours.

And whose is this?

Mine.

Gonna make me throw up.

Yo, I'm hungry.

You need all your bags? Which one you really need?

Just this one.

Okay, I'll leave this one right here, a'ight?

Watch them bags for us, a'ight?

- A'ight. - Cool.

- I'll text you. - All right.

He's gonna watch 'em. Watch them bags, a'ight?

Yeah, I got it. I got it.

Yo, I'm gonna text you.

Yeah, text me.

Just keep in touch with me.

I will. I'll call you.

All right, y'all, have fun!

Yo, yo. Yo.

Yo.

Girl, I don't know.

This place feels like it got roaches.

I told you we good.

Okay, and what about our bags?

You ask a lot of questions.

Dear Heavenly Father, we come to you thanking you today

for all the bounties that you have bestowed upon us, Jesus.

Now, heavenly father, we are asking you a special prayer today.

- Special prayer! - Special prayer!

- Special prayer! - Special prayer!

Lord, we asking you to send us niggas.

Yes!

Send us niggas, Lord.

- None of them fart-ass niggas! - No!

Father, send us niggas

with culture.

Send us niggas with good credit!.. 840!

- 840! - 840!

Oh, Jesus, you know if he got good credit, Lord,

I know you sending him with a big dick.

Don't send us no.. no-dick niggas!

Send us with a big dick, Jesus!

Father, we are asking you humbly today

to send us these things.

Send us these things!

[SPEAKING IN TONGUES]

Send us these things!

Oh, Jesus, I just feel all this rapture.

Lord Jesus! Oh, I feel it. He moving. He moving.

He moving. He moving. He moving!

Please, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen.

Amen! Amen again!

Amen! Halleluiah!

Thank you, Jesus. Thank you.

Got the spirit in here.

Whoo! Thank you, Lord. Hey, boo.

Hey, boo.

- Ooh, did you feel the spirit? - I felt it.

Jesus Christ. Whoo!

Thank you, Lord.

Who you gonna be tonight, Zola?

Who you gonna be tonight, Zola?

Who you gonna be tonight, Zola?

You need these. - For who?

This a pasties and panties joint.

A what?

Pasties and panties!

Baby, somebody got me twisted.

I'm a full nude type of bitch.

Not tonight.

You need a permit in Florida for anything else.

Girl, how we supposed to make shit in these?

Easy!

You a sexy bitch.

I'm a sexy bitch. We gonna make money.

- Period. - Period. Hold up.

Let's take a pic real quick.

From here on out, watch every move this bitch make.

Oh, shit. Wait, hold on.

Wait, I don't look good in that light.

Yeah, this lighting... Okay?

You.

You look a lot like Whoopi Goldberg.

Hi. This Stefani.

I'm not here right now. I'm busy.

Leave a message after the beep.

If you don't, I ain't your friend.

Hi. This Stefani.

I'm not here right now. I'm busy.

Leave a message after the beep.

If you don't, I ain't your friend.

Where you been, bitch?

Here, bitch.

The manager wanted me to tell you

that there's a dude here that wants you to do a private.

- Pass. - He used to play football.

Pass.

Tell your boy I'm ready to go.

Hold it. We look cute.

- Let's take a pic. - We cute. We fine.

Ah! Money. Titties.

Money. Titties.

- Hey! - Damn! That's enough!

- All up in my face. - Cute.

I'm gonna send these to X.

Why?

'Cause we cute.

Okay, what's the deal with your boy, your roommate?

We cool.

Well, he used to take care of me.

Mmm, "take care of me" in stripper language means he is her pimp.

I am not here for that.

He just take care of me, that's all.

Okay. Too vague.

He'll be here in 30.

Girl.

I can take that one, too.

Be right back.

Hey, bitch. - Hey.

My friend just told me there's a spot we could go dancing,

but you gotta do private dances.

- Pass. - Why? How much money you make?

- Why? - Well, 'cause he gonna ask.

Ask what?

You'll see.

We'll see.

Nope.

What y'all make?

Nothing.

My other girl had a bad night, too.

Y'all wanna trap?

What you got for us?

I set y'all both up on Backpage.

Backpage is where you buy and sell sex.

Bitch, strike two.

Ooh. Good looking out.

Yous about to get you some.

You know I gotcha, girl.

Okay, wait, wait, wait, hold up.

These are pictures we just took in the dressing room.

- Okay, look, I get it. - Trust.

I am not the one. Get your coins, sis.

It's been real. I'm out.

Hey! Shut the fucking door, bitch!

Where the fuck you from, nigga?

Nigga, where the fuck you from?

Get your ass back in this car

before I put your ass back in this car!

I picked you up at your house. I know where you live.

I know where you work.

Next time you fix up your mouth to talk to me,

remember that.

Close my fucking door.

Bitch.

Put your seat belt on.

I got you...

I got you girls a real nice spot.

It's on the other side of town.

Ah...

Hey, you invited this bitch down here.

Show her what's up.

You got this, all right?

Bitch, you got me fucked up!

You have me out here thinking we was coming to dance in Tampa.

But the okey-doke was your bum-ass thought I was

one of these hos out here poppin' pussy for pennies?

While I bide my time to make the real money ass up, face down.

Girl... Listen.

No shade, no shame, do you.

But that is not what you told me I was coming out here to do!

You gonna hit me?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

This is messy! You are messy!

Your brain is broke!

Have fun, be safe, wear condoms.

Zola.

Please!

I didn't mean to bring you into this, like...

I swear on my life. I swear on my momma's life.

You're my friend.

I didn't know it was gonna go down like this.

I'm scared. I don't wanna be alone.

He know where I live. He know where my baby live.

Look, I took this trip for my baby.

I do everything for my baby.

Yo, cookie, it's Derrek.

Obviously. Um...

I'm just trying to see what's up

and how it's all going. And, uh...

'Cause I haven't heard from you, so I'm, like, a little

worried and shit, like, uh...

I'm thinking about stepping out and get some food.

So, are you trying to eat?

Uh, 'cause I can wait, or, um...

I can, uh, go. All right.

So let me know. All right, call me back. Okay, bye.

Nothing has been recorded.

All you gotta do is check them in.

He ain't gonna force you to trap.

Oh, bitch, I know he's not.

There's a guy on his way up.

I'ma stay here till I can get my bag from that nasty-ass motel.

Okay.

- What do I have to do? - Just be nice.

Say hello. Make them feel welcome.

You like? - No.

Whatcha doing? Let him in.

Okay! Damn!

How old are you? - How old are you?

I ordered a white chick.

Hello! Motherfucker, if you don't get your hand up out my face...

He ready. He ready.

Hello.

How old are you?

Old enough.

I brought you something.

Cute.

They start fucking. It was gross.

Anyway, I had to lead the trap home.

Bummed, but then those girls just left, too.

- The Puerto Rican? - The Dominican.

Her gag reflex...

Hey, say, say, say. You got a lighter?

Yo, what's up?

You got a lighter?

Nah. No, no. There should be somebody...

I mean, it's all good, man. We just chilling.

You go on then.

$150. - Thank you.

Pardon?

That guy just gave you $150.

Yeah?

Twenty minutes on the pole is damn near 150.

On a good night.

Pussy is worth thousands, bitch!

- I don't set the price. - Uh-uh, give me your phone.

- Why? - Hand me your phone.

My feet.

Where's the...

Okay, no. No.

What is this? Who likes this? Come on, girl.

If a nigga like the photo, he don't care about the price.

Stand up.

Okay. Yes.

Keep moving. Pop. Yes.

No teeth. She don't need teeth.

I use too much teeth when I suck dick, sis.

That's facts.

Trap phone. Put it in.

Who you doing this for?

- My baby? - Right. Keep that same energy.

Five hundred a pop.

- That's too much! - It's not.

Mmm-hmm.

Nigga on his way up here right now.

$500 for 15 minutes of pussy.

- Okay, B. - Okay, girl.

- Okay, girl. - Okay, B.

Okay, B.

What's poppin', my guy?

Nothin'. What's up with you?

Oh, shit. Ain't nothing to it, man.

Didn't I see you earlier?

Across the street at the motel, man.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah. Thought so, thought so, thought so.

I think I saw you there.

Yeah, you was with them two chicks.

Pretty-ass girls, with all their bags.

The Black one with the fat ass?

Yeah.

- That ass special, right? - It's a fat ass.

Right? Oh, yeah. For sure.

And the white girl with the pretty face.

That's my girlfriend.

- Okay, cool. All right. - Yeah.

All right, what brings y'all here?

Making sh'money.

Making that sh'money.

- Yeah. - Facts.

Always a good thing to party.

Cash it in. Cash up.

Right. So, it's your first time in Tampa, though, right?

It is.

So you gotta let me show you around!

- Yeah? - Fucking right. It's my city.

I'm down.

Hell, yeah, you gonna love this motherfucker. For real.

Get a pack of Black & Milds and we can roll.

Hey, I'm down for the B&M.

Yo...

Text me back.

I'm worried about you.

I wanna know that you're okay.

I haven't heard from you since you left. You a'ight?

Five stars.

The club was lit. I miss you. - I love you.

- I can barely... - Heart emoji. Heart emoji.

...keep my eyes open. - Rose emoji. Rose emoji.

IDK. LOL.

I love you.

I miss you.

XOXO.

Oh, yes. Oh, tell me you love me.

Oh, tell me you love me.

Hey.

Yo, where the fuck are you?

You know, I've been calling you all night.

I don't think my phone's working.

To be honest with you, the service down here is trash.

Yo, the club closed three hours ago!

Well, we went to a different club.

What club?

Look up for 24-hour clubs.

What's the name of the spot?

It's the one that's right by that McDonald's that I told you about.

Didn't I tell you?

- No, you didn't. - Ding Dong.

- Ding Dong. - Ding Dongs?

- Yeah, Ding Dongs. - That's not a spot.

I'm not fucking lying to you!

Look it up! It's right by McDonald's.

If you went home with a dude tonight, I'mma kill you.

I swear to God. I swear.

I just told you where I'm at! Why are you trippin'?

I'm not trippin'. Put Zola on.

Okay, she right here.

Talk to him.

Derrek.

Yo, Zola. What's up, Zola?

Where the fuck are you, Zola?

My dude...

I have no reason to lie to you,

but if you do wanna continue to come for me side...

Bitch is lyin', bro! I'm telling you,

I'm not gonna let her play you, bro!

I'm fucking done with this! I'm done with this.

I'm done with this. - Man, listen...

I feel bad for you, bro. That shit fucked up, bro.

I feel bad for you.

Hey, hey, hey.

You been here long?

A hour.

How much y'all make?

$8,000.

What?

Get the fuck out of here.

Get the fuck out of here, girl. What?

Oh, my God! Oh, shit!

Damn! Damn!

That's all from me.

Well, Zola made me a whole new page.

So, um... Wait.

You think you can do my job better than me?

Yup.

So, y'all trying to tell me that y'all made eight grand

just fucking in one night?

And this bitch didn't fuck.

Get the fuck outta here. God damn.

Fuck, bitch, you earned it.

I'm so proud of you. You did good.

What? What?

Can I get some, too?

Can you get some, too? Get the fuck outta here.

You got clothes on your back, right?

You got food in your belly?

Who put tracks in your fucking hair, your fucking nails and shit?

What the fuck you think, shit cost is free?

You eat, right? You get gas for the car.

None of this shit is cheap.

Stop trippin'. Don't let that bitch get into your head, all right?

Stay smart.

Come on, let's go! Go, go, go, go!

Derrek, wake the fuck up, bro!

Derrek.

...stay here. All I wanna see is more magic.

I got tricks for days, believe me.

Dude, you're nuts, bro.

I'm, like, freakin' out! Yo!

Hey, you wanna meet her? - Another time.

Meet my girl. - Holla at you later, man.

Who the fuck was that? - That's my friend.

- What's your friend name? - Uh...

You don't know your friend name, no!

- I don't remember. - Hey! What, what, what?

He saw us when we...

And he said, uh... - Come, come, come!

...that my girl's going to work,

which she is doing.

And then he said, "I saw the car come up."

I was like, "That's pretty... That's the story, dude."

Where the fuck you tell him your girl work?

Yo, yo, yo. I said... I said it's just some club.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So now this nigga know we got money in here!

We... We don't got money.

Baby?

That nigga could come back here

with a whole crew, and slit our throats!

What?

Hey! Get your bags! Let's go! We're leaving!

Let's go, everybody. Let's go!

Look me in the eyes and tell me what you were doing.

Look me in the eyes and tell me what you were doing!

Tell me!

Hey, you're in charge.

Watch Derrek.

Oh, is this my "look-out" promotion?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, this is your promotion.

Hey! Mama! Hey!

Why you looking at me like that?

I thought you were gonna stop.

You said you were gonna stop.

I'm not...

I'm not playing.

Ah, don't touch me.

I can smell other dudes on you!

No!

Whose is that?

It's yours.

And whose is this?

Mine.

They start fucking. It was gross.

I got you something.

Hey, hey, hey, look inside.

What's this for?

Respect.

- So, I can go home now? - Nah.

I'mma need you to do what you did last night.

I appreciate your confidence in me, but I came to dance.

Oh, no, no, no, no. We're done with that.

Oh, well, in that case, I'ma sit my ass right here

and, if you don't mind, you in my sunlight, nigga.

I'm in your sunlight, nigga?

Nigga, watch your mouth before you speak to me!

Watch it!

Miss, may I, uh, help you? - She don't need any help.

Miss?

She doesn't need any help.

I'm good.

- She's good. - Mmm-hmm.

Now, when I stand, you stand.

And when I walk,

you motherfucking walk.

Got it?

By all means, take your fucking time.

I got all goddamn day.

Jesus Christ.

Yo, I gotta talk to you.

Can you come with me to the bathroom?

Babe, you should take a walk.

Cookie, I don't wanna walk.

Yo. Yo, yo, yo. Yo. Yo, yo, yo. Yo.

I thought you were done with this.

I didn't come to Florida for this!

Is this what you came here for, Zola?

Do it look like I came here for this?

Oh, so you set up a friend! Again!

Let me find out this bitch done did this before.

Don't listen to anything he say, Zola.

I told you he crazy.

I'm not crazy... Yo!

I don't fuck with you. I don't like you.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Bitch, how many other girls were there?

I told you, he bipolar.

Run in his family. He basically has no dick.

Okay. Cool.

Everybody knows you're a ho now!

Everybody knows you're a ho now.

I should've known you was shit when I met you.

Derrek shows her his phone.

On it, is her Facebook.

He posts the status of both Backpage ads

and her mom is on there going off in the comments.

Why would you do that?

You know my whole family's on there!

I'm trying to help you!

Don't say shit to me!

- I'm trying to save you! - I ain't trying to be saved!

Yo! Stefani!

It'll be 24 hours till I hear this bitch voice.

You put that shit up on the Internet?

I did.

I really should kill your ass.

Lord!

Hey, hey, hey! Tell them you sorry.

Hey, man! Come on, man!

Man, what's my name? Say my name. Say my name.

Say it. Say it. Say it!

- Abegunde... - Abegunde...

- Olawale. - Olawale.

Hey!

Abegunde Olawale!

Delete the post.

Sit the fuck down.

Whose is that?

Yours.

Whose is that? - Yours.

Whose is that? - Yours.

You better fucking not.

I swear to God.

Oh, you mother...

Tomorrow, gonna get some of that Versace.

- Yeah? Mmm-hmm? - You like that, baby?

And I'm gonna get you some Tiffany earrings.

You like Tiffany, right?

I like a Gucci dress.

You like Gucci dresses, right?

Oh, no, I'm stuck!

I just...

You tried it. I'm done.

- Okay. - What does that mean?

It means, okay, I'm done.

Hey, Mom.

Yeah, I saw that. Um...

I'm kind of in the middle of something right now.

Can I call you back?

Yo!

Yo, look.

What the fuck? - I've seen this one.

Yo!

What the fuck?

This dude's crazy! - He is.

Yo, I'ma make movies like this.

- Word. - I swear.

You could make a lot of money making movies like this.

Right.

Holy shit!

Holy shit!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, yo.

I'm just trying to distract my brain, you know?

Like, that's my best friend.

She just, uh...

Like, I'd do anything for her, you know?

I... I'd give her a lung...

Not a heart. Uh...

A kidney, like, whatever.

If she... - Were you homeschooled?

Why? You think I'm stupid?

- I look stupid. - What do I look like?

I'm sorry, Zola.

Oye, bro, mandaron dos!

Your man said it was 200 each for head,

400 each for a gang bang.

- He never said that. - No, he said that.

When you talk to him? - Before.

I don't set the price.

You know what, I'm actually good

on the gang bang, okay? I'm easy.

I'm fine with some head.

Yo, I was hoping I could get butt.

She don't do that.

- We savages, miss. - We ain't proper.

Look, you know what, I'm good...

Y'all wanna hear a story

about why me and this bitch fell out?

It's long, but I'ma speed it up.

And action.

We meet at the restaurant she work at.

I was with my community leader, Jonathan.

This very ratchet and very Black woman

comes to take our order.

And listen, I know that they supposed to be flirtatious and everything,

but not like she was.

I'm a Christian. I fear God.

So we exchanged numbers.

The next day, she called me and she's like,

"I'm a ex dancer. I'm broke. I need welfare."

And I told her, I don't fuck with that life no more,

and she's like, "Well, who do you fuck with?"

I was like, "I fuck with Jesus, my Lord and savior."

I told her that my good friend Abegunde Olawale,

who a promoter in Tampa,

had invited me and my boyfriend to Tampa

to be his guests for the weekend.

And she was like,

"Let me dance at the club he promote at."

And I was like, "Is that how that works?"

"'Cause I don't know how that work."

In Tampa, the club don't let her dance 'cause she dirty.

But everybody loved me.

Reason to be a jealous bitch number one.

So she takes all these pictures

and she pops off a Backpage ad.

And I was like, "Backpage ad?" Like, what is that?

At the hotel, I stay with her

because I'm worried about her safety.

She wasn't getting any calls,

so she puts my picture up with her picture, and she ain't even ask.

I was very put off.

Nobody liked her.

She made $1.

Everybody loved me.

Reason to be a jealous bitch number two.

I'm not resisting you. I just wanna go home.

I'm not fighting!

I'm not fighting!

Stop fighting and get on the ground!

I can't! I can't!

- Fucking nigger! - I can't!

I can't! I can't!

I just wanna go home!

Put your hands behind your back!

Help! Help!

Put your hands behind your back!

Put your hands behind your back!

Help me! Help! Help!

$5,000 for two bitches.

Client wants two.

$2,000 for one.

Last one.

You cold? - A little.

Let's just go. You don't gotta do this.

You got a little money on you right now.

You can stretch that out.

Who is it?

In-call.

Shut the fuck up, bitch!

All right. Take the car and go home, all right?

- I love you. - I love you, too.

You know I'd kill for you, right?

Yeah, I know you would.

We gotta call the cops. - No, we go up and we get her.

- We got nothing to do with this shit! - Yes! Let's go!

- Oh, we don't? How the fuck

do I know you ain't in on this shit?

- I'm not. - Oh, yeah?

Then how the fuck did you get out and she got all hemmed up?

You were supposed to be looking out for her, Zola.

You were supposed to be looking the fuck out for her!

- Who's looking out for me? - You still got that piece?

Get over here.

Who is it?

Motherfucker, you know who this is.

- I want my bitch. - Which bitch?

- My bitch. - I been all over Tampa,

and I ain't met a bitch named "My" yet.

You want me to let you in

while you flashing that fucking gun in my face?

Oh!

Guess who opens the door?

The nigga Derrek was doing magic with at that nasty-ass motel.

Yo, I thought we were homies! - We not.

Strip.

He ain't got shit.

Take your motherfucking clothes off!

Turn around. This isn't you!

Man, put your shit back on. Hurry up.

Come on. Pick your shit up. Hurry up.

Hurry up, motherfucker!

- Come on. You're good. - Yeah, I know.

I ain't trying no slick shit.

You're good, buddy.

Those some nice motherfucking shoes you got on.

I'm not gonna lie.

Rattlesnake. Yeah, a little place.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

Put the fucking gun down. - All right.

CeeCee. How you doing, CeeCee?

A'ight, let's do this.

Relax, okay?

Don't rush in here, rushing me.

Telling me what to do and shit. I got this.

What's your name? You got some pretty ass eyes.

No, thank you.

Why is this bitch so bitter, bro?

What did y'all do to her?

Where is she?

- Just give her back! - Hey. Hey.

Don't move that fucking fast in here.

Look, y'all don't know me, I don't know y'all,

but don't start getting delusions of motherfucking gander

when niggas is pointing guns in your face!

God damn it! Y'all stressing me out!

I'm trying to be a hospitable host.

Brother, I understand.

I don't know how they do shit where you from,

but where I'm from,

you don't just jump in another man back yard

and pull your pants down

and start pissing and shitting wherever the fuck you want to.

I get you.

So, I get 20 grand for the bitch,

and guess what? All is forgiven.

Twenty grand? That bitch can pull in

20 grand on a weekend by her goddamn self.

Fact. That's why she don't belong to you.

Zola, stand up.

Zola, stand up.

- Zola! - I dare you!

Try it in this bitch and I'mma bust your ass!

Fifty grand.

Fifty grand. Hey.

Fifty grand. Fifty grand.

And you can keep this, all of it.

Look at this shit. Look at this shit.

Now, give it a taste.

Taste it.

Zola, don't you fucking move.

Taste it.

Yeah, you like that, don't you?

Yo, put your fingers in.

Yeah, lick it.

Yeah, you like that, don't you?

Taste it, brother. There we go.

Yeah, man, that's it. That's it, yeah.

Yeah, I know you like that, brother.

You like that?

Yeah, that shit smells good, right?

Mmm.

Just like I thought. Yeah, that's it.

Better.

Don't cry. Don't cry.

Oh, shit.

Hey, drop your gun,

and tell your buddy to drop his gun.

There must be a fucking

grand misunderstanding going on in this...

It sure fucking is. Drop your gun.

And tell your boy to drop his motherfucking gun.

I'm not fucking playing.

CeeCee.

The fuck, man!

Drop that motherfucking gun.

Get the fuck outta here.

Hey, Derrek, they got her in the closet!

All right. Gimme that.

Yo, yo! Come here.

Fucking gun. Give me the fucking gun. Oh, yeah.

- It's right there. - Thank you.

You got a Hummer out there too, didn't you?

Yeah, that's it.

Hey, man, I don't even know this man.

I had nothing to do with this. Nothing.

Nigga, really? My momma just cooked for us!

This nigga ain't even gonna shoot.

- I'm not gonna shoot? - You know how many niggas

and bitches have tried this shit before you?

Come on.

Come on.

Lord Jesus!

Shut the fuck up! You bitch-ass nigga!

Shut the fuck up! Fuck your grandma! Fuck her!

Fuck everybody!

You okay, bro?

Safe travels.

Hey, hey.

You making my smoothie, baby? - Of course.

Ah, thank you. Mmm.

Can I get a kiss?

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Shut the fucking door!

- You want bacon? - No.

Yeah, so, I hate to break this thing up,

but, uh, my time has come to a close.

I'mma get you a ticket outta here.

I'mma get you a ticket outta here, too.

Yo, we get to go.

We're going home. I can take care of you.

Okay, chill.

Yo, cookie.

That's my face. Those my tits. That's my ass.

Wow.

It's time to go home, Derrek. - It's time to go home, Derrek.

No, no, no, no, no!

No! Why?

So embarrassing. No, Stefani,

look at me! Look at me! - Okay.

- I'm gonna kill myself. - Do it.

I'm saying, Stefani, I love you! Do you hear?

Yeah. Why you gotta be so extra? Like, chill.

- You're fucking stupid. - Yo,I... I'm serious.

I'm gonna kill myself.

Yo, I'm gonna kill myself.

Why you gotta be so dramatic?

Swear to God, Bible, this nigga fucking jumped.

Don't you die, nigga!

You stupid motherfucker! God damn!

Why the fuck you so fucking selfish!

Whole fucking trip you think about yourself!

Tearing up a fucking motel room!

Telling that little nigga to come fucking take my bitch!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Girl, you know I love you.

You wanna hear a story about how me and this bitch here fell out?

It's kinda long, but it's full of suspense.