All language subtitles for The Dirty D s03e05 Standing on Busness.eng

(gentle chiming music)

- [Narrator] Previously
on "The Dirty D."

- Brick was shot.

(contemplative music)

And he's in critical condition
at Detroit Memorial Hospital.

- Is it my sister?

- No, ma'am, we're
still gonna need

to have you make a
positive identification,

but from the information
that you gave us,

we have reason to believe
that it is indeed your sister

that we pulled from the
river the other day.

- This is my bracelet.

- With your fingerprints
all over it.

- Fuck.

- Why would Terrance
keep paying child support

for kids that he
knew wasn't his?

- Of course he didn't know, duh.

- All I know is, when I
got here to start my shift,

he was gone.

If you wanna know anything else,

you'll have to
contact his doctor.

- Something is not right.

This is not adding up.

- Well, it never does when
it comes to Brick Davis.

- You got a problem with
thick girls or something?

- Nah, they just
always hard to come by.

- Nah, money ain't the problem.

Bitches tryin' to
interfere, what it is.

- [Speaker] What the fuck is
you doing in my girl's house?

(suspenseful music)

(upbeat music)

* Radio ready *

* She said she wanna go Motown *

* Wanna see how it is *

* That's 'cause she know
that it ain't no town *

* in the world *

* That could sound like this *

* She wanna kick it into drive *

* She wanna move forward,
on with her life *

* Fast cars, fast
life, that's my town *

* Living in the fast
lane, can't slow down *

* Come and visit Motown,
city of the blues *

* Feel like Berry Gordy when
I step inside this booth *

* I need a Diana who gon'
come and sing the tunes *

* Or I could hit up Sada
if I need to bust a move *

* Yeah, baby, I'm from Motown *

* Wanna see how it is *

* That's 'cause she know
that it ain't no town *

* in the world *

* That could sound like this *

* She wanna kick it into drive *

* She wanna move forward,
on with her life *

* Fast cars, fast
life, that's my town *

* Living in the fast
lane, can't slow down *

* Come and visit Motown *

* Won't slow down *

- [Speaker] I'm gonna
ask you one more time.

What the fuck is you
doing in my girl's house?

And why is there
police tape everywhere?

- I'm a cop.

Look, my badge is
in my left pocket.

- [Speaker] Pat
your left pocket.

- What?

- [Speaker] Pat your
left pocket, nigga.

- The fuck I'm
gonna do that for?

- To make sure it's a badge
in your pocket and not a gun.

Now go ahead and
slowly remove the badge

and toss it on the floor.

Nigga, I said slowly.

- Alright, okay.

Shit.

(suspenseful music)

Look, if you take the
fucking gun off my head,

I can explain.

- What happened in
here and where's Kyra?

- Same shit I'm
trying to figure out.

Apparently she missing

and they assuming that she
ran off with her ex-boyfriend.

- And you
investigating her case?

- Unofficially.

You know she my girl,
my ex-girlfriend.

- Hold on, wasn't
her ex-boyfriend-

- A cop.

And ironically he
was my partner.

- What?

Uh-uh, what's the chances
of that shit happening?

This story sound bogus as fuck.

- Bogus as it sound,
it's the truth.

- Man, listen, I'm not buying
this whole running-off story.

At the end of the day, my
girl was happy and loved,

moved into a new apartment,

and just found out
she was pregnant.

- You mean with
her married boss?

- Nevertheless, it
wasn't with you.

As a matter of fact,

Kyra never mentioned anything
about having a new man

the last few times
I talked to her.

- I mean, technically
I ain't her man.

We was just dating.

- What is this?

- It's a locket

with her and her best
friend India picture on it.

They got matching ones.

Found this one on the floor.

- And she for damn sure
ain't mention nothing

about having a best
friend neither.

- Maybe y'all weren't close
as you thought y'all was.

- Shit, maybe not.

- Let's get up outta here.

I'm about to do
some more digging.

(creepy twing)

- So you miss me?

- You know I miss you.

- So that means you
coming over tonight?

Yeah?

- Girl, I've been at your
house every day this week.

- Okay, so today is Friday.

So I guess technically

that does make it
every night this week.

- Look, I got a a lot of
stuff to take care of,

but how about I'll take you
to the restaurant this weekend

and make it up to you.

- Sounds good.

But I get to pick the
restaurant this time.

I did not like the food at
the last spot we went to.

- It's whatever, it's
your choice, okay?

(knock at door)

Oh, delivery guy's here drop
off some packages for me so-

- Okay, just call me later babe.

- All right.

(facetime chime)

(door opens)

(suspenseful music)

Damn.

- Well you wanna invite me
in or I gotta stand out here?

- I'm sorry, come on in.

- Thank you.

This is nice.

- Thank you.

- So are we staying in
or are we going out?

- I thought maybe we stay in,
see if you know how to cook.

- Me cook?

(man verbally agrees)

Okay, I don't mind cooking.

What we cooking?

Chicken, steak?

- No, no.

Dope.

- I tried to tell him
I was gonna catch him.

Man, he thought he
was fast, didn't he?

- He did.

- Man, boy, he put a
gun with that he weak.

Little fellas, you
know what I'm saying?

They always trying something.

- Well, hello to you, too.

- May I help you?

- Okay, damn, what's
your beef with me?

- Beef or matching energies?

- Is that the energy
I've been giving you?

I apologize, but I'm
just trying to do my job.

- Me too.

- Look, I'm sorry we got
off on the wrong foot,

but when I got
assigned to this case,

I didn't know who was on
the up and up around here.

- And you thought
being rude to everyone

you came in contact with
was a smart thing to do

until you figured it out?

- No, I thought it
would be essential

for everyone I came
into contact with

until I figured
out what was what.

But, I could tell you're
one of the good ones.

- Thanks.

- Okay, when I first got
assigned to this case,

I didn't know it meant me
transferring to a different city

where I didn't have
any friends or family.

- I know the feeling, when I
first went away for college,

I felt so isolated being away
from my friends and family.

- See and it's like I
don't have anybody here

so all I'm doing is just
working and just going home.

- Shit, I do the same thing,

and I basically
live here, this job

crazy work hours don't allow
me to do anything else.

- Right, but it's like what,

and we're like a work
husband or something.

- It's almost inevitable,
working with the same people

every day, all day.

- Mm, let me find our
little miss goody goody

got a work hubby
floating around.

- No ma'am.

- Mmhmm.

Okay, so now that we've
broken the ice a little bit,

how about we go out for
drinks this weekend?

You know, make it
a girls' night?

- I don't know.

I haven't forgot until
this case is over,

we on opposing teams.

- All right, now
there is no such thing

as opposing teams
when we're both trying

to accomplish the main
goal, getting these

criminals off the streets.

- That is true.

We might have more in
common than I thought.

- We just might.

So, what you think,
girls night, drinks?

- Mm sure, why not.

- All right, cool.

- Oh shit, I was supposed

to be back from
break 10 minutes ago.

- Okay, well here take
my card, shoot me a text

and I'll text you the location.

- Okay, cool, I'll
see you this weekend.

- All right.

(pensive music)

You certainly will.

- That makes us even.

- Are we, Officer Mill?

- Man, what the fuck does
that supposed to mean?

- It means I know the real you.

- Do you?

- It's funny how you
fool everybody when you

go undercover as Jason.

I mean Jason is who kept me

above the police all
these years, right?

- Yeah, Jason kept me a
step ahead of the police

all these years, man what
the fuck does that have to do

with what's going
on right now, bro?

- Look at everything.

Imagine to my
knowledge when the cops

pick me up and tell me a car

in my name was seen
leaving a homicide?

Nigga a car you was supposed
to make disappear months ago.

- And that was
the original plan.

- Well what the fuck happened?

Because when shit ain't go
to plan, I get fucked up.

Nigga I admitted to killing
Tiffany to get the heat

off your ass.

- Nigga don't act like
you did me a favor

because if I went down,
your ass was going down too.

- You and a lot of
other motherfuckers.

You think you only
dirty cop I got shit on?

You would be surprised
how upped this shit go.

- I highly doubt that, bro.

You know corruption starts
at the top then it works

its way down, right?

(man laughs)

- Yeah I've been thinking,
night Tiffany came up missing,

you was still in the
hospital recovering, right?

- Okay and?

- So there's no way
you could have been

seen driving my car.

So who the fuck is
you covering for?

- Like I said, man,
that makes us even

and I'm gonna give your
ass some advice though.

Stay out of trouble

because ain't nobody here to
get you out of it no more.

- I cannot believe

that you finally agreed
to go out with me.

- Me either, but honestly

with all the crazy stuff
going on at the job,

I definitely needed this
free time to have some fun.

(indistinct hip hop music)

(pool balls clack)

- What you don't get
out much or something.?

- Unfortunately not.

Between being a single mom

and the crazy work hours, I
don't have time to do anything.

- Well hopefully I could be the

one to change all that for you.

- We'll see.

- Hey, this Saturday I
got a little get together

with my family,
you should come by.

- This Saturday?

- Yeah.

- I can't, Seven already
asked me out for drinks

and I agreed to go.

- Seven?

As in agent Seven Winters?

- I know, I know.

Weird, right?

But after having a conversation

with her in the break
room the other day,

she's really not that bad.

- Yeah, she may not be.

That don't mean she
could be trusted though.

- Relax, we're only
going off for drinks.

It's not like we're
about to be roommates.

What's the worst
that could happen?

(cityscape echoes)

- Captain should
be here shortly.

Captain, come on in.

- Chief.?

Mr. Prosecutor.

- Captain.

- What's all this?

Well, look, I'll get right
to the point, Captain,

there has been enough
grace given to you

and to your department
concerning these case files.

- Don't you realize I'm just

as frustrated about all
this as everyone else is?

- Okay, well look,
frustration is not a

substitute for accountability.

Now look, we have what, five,

six unsolved high
profile murders

and you have yet to
solve one of them.

(dramatic music)

- Respectfully, it's the
police department's job

to find the evidence
and make the arrest.

It's the prosecution's job

to bring the charges
and make them stick.

- And maybe we could,
if the evidence

that your department
was responsible

for, didn't constantly
come up missing.

- It's the same evidence

that your department
has access to.

- And what the
hell are you doing-

- You know exactly
what I'm trying to-

- Now that's just a
e-goddamn-nough gentlemen.

Captain, I'm gonna give
you exactly one week

to bring me sufficient evidence

to close out one of these files.

Or believe me, the
next case you'll

open will be for unemployment.

- Clean up your own damn house.

Leave mine the fuck alone.

- Levi, if I were you,

I would make sure your
nose is completely clean.

(disorienting music)

Because internal affairs
is watching every one

of us like a fucking hawk.

- Well I assure you, I have
nothing to worry about.

Chief.

- Be sure about that, sir.

(paper shredding)

- Treasure.

(door closes)

Treasure.

Damn, I wonder where
the fuck this bitch at?

(money shuffling)

I need to get in a shower
and wash this nasty

ass gym smell off of me.

(phone ringing)

- I don't know what
your sneaky as is up to.

Stay the fuck away from Bailey.

(dramatic music)

Whatever we got is
done, unless you stop

with these muthafuckin' games.

- Okay, he really
like this bitch.

(knock at door)

- Damn, who the fuck is that
knocking at my fucking door?

(door opens)

Mr. Spencer?

What are you doing here?

Wait, how did you even
know where I live at?

- I'm your lawyer.

It's my job to know where
you at at all times.

- No, you were my lawyer,

and your services stopped
when the case stopped.

(door squeels shut)

- Well technically they
dismissed your case

without prejudice,

meaning they can refile
charges at any time.

So until this thing is
completely closed up,

you stuck with me.

- Well look, I'm just
happy to be out of there.

Those detectives had me thinking
I was never getting out.

- Yeah, I had to pull a couple
strings to take care of you.

- Well thank you.

(creepy music)

- I'm sure you can thank me a
little bit better than that,

can't you?

- Listen Mr. Spencer-

- Just call me Clyde, baby.

- Okay, Clyde.

I'm not one of them young
dumb hoes that's out here

fucking for free or for favors.

- You must know
who the fuck I am.

- I do, the successful educated
man standing right in my

living room looking
good, smelling good,

that's just trying to
fuck on me for free,

just like the next nigga.

- You know I don't trip baby.

- Oh yeah, you sure about that?

(woman moans)

Oh shit.

(car door closes)

- I love a young
slot turned up man.

I need that all
the time, for real.

God damn.

(seatbelt clicks)

(car engine revs)

(police sirens wail)

* Only time I'm ever cap
is when the show sell out *

* Most of y'all cannot imagine
being a ghost to clout *

* Not respected or connected
when the modems down *

* And quick to form the clowns
whenever the hoes around *

* But me, I'm Pennywise I
got the money coming in *

- Shit, when you get out?

- Early this morning.

- So that's what's
up, so Dwights know?

- No and I want to surprise him.

- I think he gonna be happy
as hell to see you out.

So everything can get back
to normal around here.

- Yeah, but I mean
it's a lot of cars

outside in the parking
lot for a weekday.

- We got this new chick,
she work day shift.

She bad as hell too.

- It's about time Ice got
some new bitches up in here.

- She was bringing a whole bunch

of motherfuckers I
ain't never seen before.

- That's what's up.

I fuck with any bitch
that's about her bread.

I can't wait to meet her.

- It's your lucky day.

They just called her name.

She on the stage right now.

- * I can get it
on my own term *

* I designed the blueprint
studied did the homework *

* Built the foundation I
believe in my own worth *

* Invested in my study *

- This dirty bitch.

* On top of that I'm no
longer who she bet afford it *

* 200 texts and it ain't who
I had a friend to join in *

So that's who we
we on now, bitch?

The minute I get locked up,

you run your shady
down here to get a job?

- How the fuck am I
shady when I'm just doing

what you was supposed
to do weeks ago?

- Are you forgetting?

I just got outta jail

for killing a nigga for trying
to save your stupid ass.

- I don't understand
why you so ma, Brittany.

We been talking about me
working here months ago.

- Right, when I got you in.

- What difference do we
make on who got who in?

I didn't know how long you
was going to be locked up for

or if I need to pay all the
bills at the house this month.

- Man, the bills are good.

I stole some of that shit
we took out of Drew house

and put on the bills
before I even got arrested.

- How I supposed
to know that Brit?

We supposed to be home girls,

but the only time
you act like you

fuck with me is when you talk
about us hitting the lick.

- Oh okay, I see
you been feeling

a way for a minute now, huh?

It just took me getting
locked up to tell me

how you really feel?

Let me ask you
something, Treasure,

I mean Passion.

That is your name now, right?

Did you fuck Ice to
get in this club?

- What, hell no I
didn't fuck Ice.

Girl, I know you
love that nigga,

I'd never do no fucked
up shit like that.

I can't believe you would even
think something like that.

- Hmm, I don't know.

Desperate bitches
do desperate things.

- Desperate?

I know your ass
ain't standing there

calling me desperate.

Wasn't you the same on your
knees eating Ice bitch pussy

so he won't cut your ass off?

(Brittany laughs)

- Yeah, just like you
was on yours for me.

- That's because I wanted to,

not because I'm some
weak bitch that need to.

- Okay.

How about this then,
you got one week

to get your shit and get
out this weak bitch house.

(footsteps echo)

- All right mama, I'm in here.

Where you say you
see my wallet at?

- [Mom] I'm not sure,
check behind the couch.

- Behind the couch?

All right, I got it.

- [Mom] Okay.

- All right.

(dramatic music)

Fuck is this?

Terrance.

(papers shuffle)

Paternity report?

Why the fuck would
she have this?

- Well this is a different date.

- I figured since
you worked in a bar,

it wouldn't really
be so much of a date.

Can't really get to know
nobody at the movies,

and I don't know your
favorite food, so,

figured this a safe bet.

- Yeah, safe and a good choice.

I definitely try to avoid
bars during my off time.

And I love thai food.

- Thai food huh?

- Mmhmm.

- Kind of took you
for a pizza girl.

- What are you trying to say?

I look cheap?

- Of course not.

I'm glad you gave
me a chance though.

Been on your ass for a minute.

- You have?

I don't remember
seeing you around.

- I was at the Rear reopening.

(people laugh)

- I'm surprised my
ass is still there.

- Why you keep on opening
and closing though?

- Long story short,
changes in ownership.

- Every other month?

- And that's what
happens when you ain't

got your paperwork in order.

- Well it's a good thing all
that shit taken care of now.

Nice to know you got
a job and stability.

- Honestly, since two of the
girls that I used to work

with came up missing, I'm over
the whole nightlife scene.

It's getting too dangerous.

- You think it got something
to do with the club

opening and closing?

(modern music)

- I don't know.

It's just ironic how they
both worked at the Dirty D,

then at the same strip club
before coming out missing.

- No that shit be weird shit
happening to D every day.

- True.

- Hey, wasn't that
your picture I saw

on the Instagram post today?

- Instagram page,
no, I don't think so.

- I'm pretty sure it's you.

I never forget a face.

See?

- Yeah that's me.

Remember those missing girls
I was telling you about?

This is them.

I guess one of those
Detroit crime pages

are doing a story
on missing women?

The one with the blonde
hair that's India.

- [Friend] That's the girl I
met on that strip club, right?

- Yeah.

- The streets say he got
money on nigga's heads

for information.

- Well if those niggas that
snatched her up know like I know

they either better
kill that bitch,

or turn her loose 'cause
once money gets involved,

niggas will turn
on they own mama.

(dramatic music)

(car door shuts)

- Yo.

I'm out.

You was supposed to
be a quick ass leak.

I'm not going to jail or I'm
getting killed over this shit.

You ain't even gotta pay me
back the money you owe me.

Just lemme know
where the drop at.

- Two people have been injured
at a crash at Telegraph Road

and 15 Mile.

Drivers are being urged
to avoid the area.

In other news, Crime Stoppers
are issuing a $5,000 reward

on the whereabouts
of India Richardson,

who was last seen outside
of an erotic strip club.

Anyone with any
information is asked

to contact Crime
Stoppers at 222-2211.

- I'm so happy I got
out that bar life.

(pensive music)

What the fuck?

What the fuck is
he doing with this?

- It's cool.

(indistinct modern music)

Hey Kiss.

- How's it going?

Hey can I get a tray
of green tea shots?

- Sure Boo gimme two minutes.

- Thank you.

- What's up bitch,
be popping tonight?

- Like lip gloss baby.

- Period.

- Mhmm.

- What is that?

- Money.

- Is that one lame ass nigga
Rionne here tonight yet?

- Yeah girl, that's
him over there

with the red shirt
and the ripped jeans.

- Oh.

- Here you go, boo.

- [Woman] Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- Is anybody gonna tell
me what's going on?

- Y'all think it's
safe to tell her?

- Yeah, she good.

Don't let my bitch Prissy
fool you, she's solid.

- Cool.

You know that one
little side hustle

we always talking about?

- Yeah, what about it?

- So chicks pay us good money

to slip a little something
in nigga's drinks.

You know to slip 'em up later.

- Hold on, you're drugging
them so bitches can rob them?

- Lower your voice bitch.

You trying to get us locked up.

- Right, it's not
as bad as it sound.

- How is drugging them not bad?

- Listen, these niggas
come in here flashing lots

of money, not tipping,
talking crazy to us.

Man, I really don't give
a fuck about these niggas.

- Man fuck them niggas.

- Girl, the money we
make is three times what

we make on the clock, three.

- So you in?

- Hell no.

I'm too pretty to be somebody's

jailhouse bitch and
get my face fucked up.

- So fucking dramatic.

- Maybe, but I'm
also fucking smart.

- [Woman 2] No invite?

- Invite to where?

This gossip session,
instead of doing your job?

That is what this is, right?

- No, we were just about to-

- About to get fired, if
you don't get back to work.

I'm talking to your ass too.

- Ladies, IDs out.

Good.

Need to check your purse.

Okay.

Purse.

- See your ID.

- Sure.

- Purse lady.

(upbeat music)

- Mm, what's up?

- What's up with what?

- Our situation.

You ain't sent me
to make no drops.

I used to make like
two or three a week.

- Look, Jordan, I got somebody
else handling shit right now,

all right?

- Hold the fuck up.

I've been the one
taking all the risks,

making all the money.

And you mean to tell me, you
just going up and let somebody

else do it?

- Who I choose to handle
my business is my decision.

Only job you need to be
worried about is this one,

'fore you lose that too.

- This actually is
a nice little spot.

- I know, right?

I came by here one time before

and I was just really
feeling the vibe.

- Hey ladies, what did
I get for you to drink?

- I'm gonna do a
sex on the beach

and a double shot of
tequila on the side.

- Damn girl.

I'll just have a lemon drop.

- All right ladies
coming right up.

- Okay, I'm seeing a
little glow about you.

What's this about?

- I've been drinking more water.

- This is not a water glow.

It's more like a, I
got a new boo glow.

- Well he's not new.

But he's definitely
trying to be my boo.

- Ah, okay.

What's tea, what's his name?

- No tea.

I've actually been taking
everything real slow.

The moment you start showing
a nigga you like him,

is the moment he
starts showing his ass.

- And a nigga will
definitely play in your face.

- Won't they?

Okay.

- Here you are.

Lemon drop.

- Yes.

- Sex on the beach.

- Thank you.

- And a strong double shot.

- Yes.

- I will be back to
check on you shortly.

- Thank you, this
actually is good.

Can you watch my drink for me,
I need to go to the bathroom.

- Oh yeah, I got you.

* Oh my god I'm just
playing with 'em now *

* Yeah, oh my god what she
saying, say it loud yeah *

* I can respect it, I'm in
the gym but I'm not flexing *

* Came from a Ford,
I'm needing the Lexus *

* Shooting like Luka, I
told him I'm next just *

* Oh my god I'm just
playing with 'em now *

* Yeah, oh my god what she
saying, say it loud yeah *

* I can respect it, I'm in
the gym but I'm not flexing *

* Came from a Ford,
I'm needing the Lexus *

* Shooting like Luka, I
told him I'm next just *

- That line to the
bathroom was long as hell.

- It's probably 'cause
you in here trying

to get cuffed up by
all these niggas.

- Girl, I'm not interested
in nobody in here.

- Hmm, I bet you're not.

You know what?

The waitress is taking too
long to come back over.

I'm about to go to the
bar and order a drink.

You want something?

- Get me another lemon drop.

By the time you come back over

here, this will
damn near be gone.

- Okay now, I came here
to have a good time,

not sit up here and babysit.

- What cop you know
can't hold they liquor?

(women laugh)

- I need to order a drink.

- You have to find the
waitress that's serving your

table sweetie.

- Yeah, but can she gimme
one of your signature drinks?

- You mean the bar
signature drink?

- Well, no, I said it correctly.

I need a signature drink.

You know, the one you
gave old boy over there?

Yeah.

Now to the naked
eye, he looks drunk.

But to trained law enforcement,
that nigga look drugged.

Nah, I'm gonna give him
about five minutes tops

before he fall flat on his face.

- So what you finna
do, arrest me?

- Now if I do that,
how you gonna help me?

- Help you with what?

- I need a signature lemon drop

and the sex on the beach
delivered to that table

and have my waitress bring it.

We don't want shit to
look suspicious now do we?

And tighten up, 'cause
you moving so sloppy,

you gonna get your ass killed.

- Damn bitch, I have to
break my neck over here.

What the fuck was
that all about?

- I'll tell you
about it later girl.

- Damn, shit.

- Double.

- Thank you, and I need
a signature lemon drop

and a sex on the beach
to table 12 over there.

- Two in one night?

- It was last minute.

And I'll have Kelly
send 'em to their table.

- I will get those
right out for you.

- Hey Kels, table
12 said you was

taking too long with they order.

- They ordered their first
round like five minutes ago.

- I don't know about all that.

I just gave it to Teddy.

- Oh thank you girl.

- You welcome.

- Are those two for me?

- Yeah, and make sure
you get that money.

- You know it.

Thank you.

Okay ladies, here's
our sex on the beach

and here's your lemon drop.

- Thank you.

- Enjoy.

- Cheers.

Drink up.

* I get the money in
the fight on cue *

* Get the duffle bag
up inside my coupe *

* Hold a couple racks
tell 'em I love you *

* You wanna be a boss
do it like I do *

* Get that money Imma flex *

* I get that money Imma flex *

* I get that money Imma flex *

* You know I'm rocking
with the best *

- I think those lemon
drops starting to kick in.

- You ready to go?

- I think so.

- Okay, you good?

- Didn't I tell you
I'm not a lightweight?

How much is the bill?

- Don't worry, I got it.

- Okay, I need some air.

Can you meet me outside?

- Mhmm.

* I ain't even wish for *

* Now I'm at the wolf yard
knocking the fridge door *

* At the crib cutting heads *

* I ran through and I
came to the conclusion *

* no one's touching this *

* Just finished
the maiden voyage *

* Hopping off the Mayfair *

* Said I'm trying
to kill 'em all *

* 'Fore they have a take pile *

* Seen the boats I'm at home *

* I'm selfish with the
gold so I can give a fuck *

* Who try to get along *

* Six three, you can look me
in the eyes, you ain't chrome *

* Coming up short
reevaluate your goals *

* What you on, see you
steal these beats *

(dramatic music)

- Girl, I don't think you
in any condition to drive.

If you get a DUI you can
kiss your job goodbye.

- You might be
right, this is crazy.

Lemon drop's never
make me feel like this.

- Okay, all right.

Well I'm gonna wait
with you until you good.

- Okay.

(car door shuts)

- I just, I just need to
lay back for a second.

- Okay.

Okay y'all.

This is how girls night ends.

Okay?

She passed out.

- Thank you.

You really not one of
the bad ones after.

- Ray?

Ray?

(phone notification dings)

This phone.

Okay, I'll show you
some ulterior motives.

(phone message ticking)

(phone message hymn)

- Damn, what's your name?

- Comantae, what's yours?

- Shit, I'm G.

- So, damn, she fine as hell.

- Okay, nigga, it ain't
that type of party.

Okay, we just here to take
some pictures and that's it.

- Pictures?

- Yes nigga, with
her head in your lap.

That's it.

- Damn, clumsy ass nigga man.

Watch where the fuck you going.

Brittany, lemme
get another shot.

Get her one too.

- That's good.

It's good.

(phone shutter clicks)

- Fuck it this?

(dramatic music builds)

(car alarm blares)

- Look at this bitch.

- I don't know who
the she thinks she is.

- Hating ass bitches.

- Ain't nobody hating on you.

- [Woman 3] The fuck?

(car engine starts)

(car engine revs)

(gunshot blares)

(hip hop music)

* Yeah, ties close,
I withered 'em dow *

* I stick it to him
by sticking around *

* A gang Iwojima got one flag
in the stick in the ground *

* Setting up shop, think
I got a message across *

* Came for the titles
and pressor to watch *

* We played the levels
of letterman jocks *

* Pins on the jacket
the man's bunting *

* The point of the row
was banned and rugged *

* Hushing. I apply no pants
in London the products *

* To not being scared
of some judgment *

* Gotta stay in the
cut, cut you off *

* If you ain't making the cut *

* Couldn't tell you who
the hell is behind this *

* You starting to forget
when you stay in the front *

* Of it's up, and it's
up for grabs no remote *

* Who I'm taking it from *

* Numbers I give on my
scoreboard is the only four *

* Of us staying in touch *

* That saying enough *

* It's time to receive
all of the favors *

* I've done, too late for
y'all to switch teams *

* Everybody getting
big leagues *

* Product flying out the shelf *

* What's in store for us *

* They only hater only
one to get the crowd *

* A shoulder shrug *

* Shots a limit I'm scared
the man go with a golden gun *

* Post it up ready for whatever
boy you know what's up *

* Yeah, ties close,
I withered 'em dow *

* I stick it to him
by sticking around *

* A gang Iwojima got one flag
in the stick in the ground *

* Setting up shop, think
I got a message across *

* Came for the titles
and pressor to watch *

* We played the levels
of letterman jocks *

* Yeah, shout out to Steve *

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