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I almost died.

But you didn't.

You bitch! You keep hitting me!

Oh my God!

Let her go.

Kimmie…

welcome to the family.

Horace wants us to meet our new boss.

Looks to me like you the problem.

So you gonna piss on me when I'm dead, huh?

You nasty fuck.

You gonna show us where that safe at.

Catch his ass! Catch his ass!

Yeah.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck.

Fuck you.

Stop calling. Stop that.

Where you at?

I stay at this motel.

Where's that at?

It's called the You Can Stay Here motel.

You know where that's at?

Uh, fuck no.

Well, I can come to you.

Well, I got a meeting right now, so I can, um…

I can come to you after, okay?

You know, baby, after last night, I'm ready to do whatever you want.

Well you better, bitch.

I will, Daddy.

This nigga. Goddamn.

What's all that noise?

It's police outside or somethin'.

It's always like that around here.

So you're living dangerous, huh?

Shit, ain't everywhere dangerous?

Not when you with me.

I know, Daddy. 'Cause you can protect a bitch, huh?

Mm-hmm. You better know it.

-Hold on one second. -A'ight.

Stay on the line.

What, nigga?

I need you to come to my house.

I can't do that right now,

'cause I gotta go to this meeting to meet this stupid-ass bitch.

Look, Roy, I need you to come to my house.

And what did I just say?

Roy, I got robbed.

Nigga, we all getting robbed.

-Roy… -She robbing the whole damn company.

You not listening to me.

Yes, I am listening to you, brother. She's stealing every damn share we got.

Listen to me! All right?

You know what's really crazy, brother?

It's Father's gonna be messing with the same girl I was messing with.

It's bad.

Charles, you keep saying the same damn thing. You know what?

I ain't got time for you and your bullshit. You know that?

Goddamn it, Roy.

Hey, I got one word of advice for you.

You better make sure you in that damn office,

because I'm about to make sparks fly.

-Roy, I need you-- -Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You still there?

Good, good, good. Look, um, I'mma call you after my meeting, all right?

A'ight.

And you better answer it on first ring.

-I will. -Good.

Thank you, Daddy.

Thank you, little bitch.

I told you.

Got his ass like that?

Mm-hmm. Only from one night too.

Mm-mm-mm.

Damn.

Shit, I got you like that, nigga.

You ain't got shit like that. What the hell you talking about?

He called me and left me three messages when I was asleep.

Damn, do that nigga ever sleep?

Not with all that coke he be doing.

-Shit, who that calling my phone? -What?

Hold on. Shh.

Carmine.

What up?

The hell going on out there?

Double homicide.

Here?

Two doors down from you.

What?

Yeah.

Oh, shit.

All right, all right. I, uh… I'll be out there.

What happened?

Shit. Dead niggas.

Man, that ain't nothin' around here.

I guess.

I'll be back. Let me get dressed.

No, don't leave, Daddy. I want that dick.

And I want that pussy.

Give me a minute. Let me handle this business.

Ah, shit.

Yeah.

Angel. It's Horace.

Yeah, I can barely hear you. You… You there?

Yeah, I'm… I'm on a plane.

The plane?

You can talk on a plane like this?

Yeah.

What airline is that?

It's a private plane.

Damn!

Send me a picture of the plane.

So, uh…

you don't care how I'm doing?

Yeah, uh… How… How you doin'?

You don't give a shit.

Why… Why are you playing these games?

Oh, I'm playing games?

Yeah, I mean, you know I don't know you that well. Like…

I want you to be all right, all right? But I don't really know you.

I appreciate your honesty.

I thought you would.

Look, um, I'm trying to get ahold of Kimmie.

She's not answering.

Oh, she--

She probably didn't answer 'cause you're calling from an unknown number.

-Ah. Tell her to answer the phone. -Okay, will do.

Listen, uh, James, uh, he has a credit card for you.

James?

Yeah, the butler.

Ah. Butler nigga.

You can get what you need. Okay? Um…

Tell Kimmie to answer her phone.

Okay, I'll go tell her right now.

-Great. -All right.

Let's fucking go! Oh my God.

Yeah?

Horace is calling from an unknown number. Answer it.

Okay.

Hello?

You ready?

Well, I'm about to get dressed now.

Don't be early. Make them wait.

Oh. Okay.

One thing they can't stand is waiting.

All right.

Especially that damn Roy. It's going to agitate the shit out of him.

Got it.

You know, Olivia and Norman,

they'll be sitting there, like snakes in the dark.

You seem to really be enjoying this.

I am.

'Cause they have no idea who the bitch is that's about to walk in the door.

I'm glad you got all this confidence.

I have all the confidence and the power.

You good? That don't sound like power to me.

Let me tell you something.

If I die tomorrow,

it'll be with a smile on my face.

All the shit.

I get to fuck up their lives.

They really must've done something to you.

Ah, you have no idea.

Well, um… I will be ready.

I want books, chapters, and verses.

I will give you all the tea.

Okay?

You don't know this yet,

but when I get to the facility, I'm gonna tap into the cameras

so I can see their faces.

I wish I could be there in person.

Well, that's the next best thing.

You don't seem excited.

I'm feeling it out.

Own that room, Kimmie.

Own that shit.

I'm trying.

Don't try.

That fucking Jules?

Remember what he did to you?

Shit, now… now you getting me there.

He trafficked you.

And my brother Norman? That's his business partner.

They were making money off of you like you were from some third world country.

And they were licking their lips to make even more off of little Sylvie.

All right, you a little too good at that.

-Am I? -Yeah.

The way Roy humiliated me…

That's my girl.

You want the real Kimmie to walk in there?

You damn right.

Go get them motherfuckers.

All right.

What we got?

One of ours.

Who?

Shake Shake.

And Daga.

Where's the new little young girl?

Nowhere to be found.

-You think she did this? -Nah, nah, man. She's just a kid.

Ain't doing nothing like this.

Yeah. Yeah, you're right.

You ask me, man, this looks professional for sure.

Yeah, somebody got that bitch.

Guess she pumped the wrong one.

Well, you know, Rain was at the club last night.

What?

Yeah. I left you some messages.

What was she doing there?

She was just hanging out.

But I definitely saw her talk to the young chick.

So she did this?

Nah, man, Rain ain't no professional. She couldn't do this.

Yeah, but she messing with a nigga who is.

-Who? -Our boss.

Damn… Damn, you right.

Who was she with?

Alex was driving her.

Officer Alex?

Yeah.

So this is his work.

Hey, no, Alex a little bitch.

Come on, Jules. You know Alex ain't doing no shit like this.

You sure?

Yes.

You got your thumb on him?

That's my dawg. Alex ain't capable of doing no shit like this.

No way. Mm-mm.

You find that young girl, and you bring her to me.

I'm all over it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

-Roy was there last night too? -Yep. Mm-hmm.

What happened?

You know Roy, man, VIP.

Fucking with them hood bitches, huh?

Yeah, man.

He, uh, ended up connecting with Felicia, and now he got her number and shit.

Ah, shit.

She told me that he promised her

that she was gonna work for him or somethin'. Like, what?

-There he goes on that bullshit. -Yeah, yeah.

Listen, I gotta get back to the office.

I need you to stay on this.

Sure, I got you.

Yo.

Man, Jules is asking all kind of crazy shit about you.

Like what?

You know that Shake Shake and Daga are dead, right?

What?

Yeah.

Okay, so, what's that gotta do with me?

Because you was at the club with Rain.

You was with her.

-Yeah, doing my job. -Yeah.

The shit that hit them looks professional though.

Wait, he thinks I did it?

No, I… I told him no because you… you with me.

I really don't like him asking about you, though, man. It's making me nervous.

Yeah, me either.

Make sure you tell him where my loyalty is.

Yeah, I know where your loyalty lies, but, you know,

Jules may be having all kind of crazy shit going on in his head.

Man, he crazy.

He sure does.

Just… Just tell me what I gotta do.

Just lay low, man. I'll keep an eye on it.

-I'll let you know. -Yeah, yeah, do that.

You… You bringing Kimmie to the office, right?

Yeah.

All right, all right. I'll see you when you get there.

All right, talk to you later.

Shit.

-That's what's up. -How long do we have to wait for her?

I know.

Damn. Okay, look at you.

Right?

Shit, she look like she know what she doin'.

-She do. -I'm glad y'all feel like that.

Girl, you better fake it. They don't know no different.

I'mma try my best.

If Roy's stupid-ass can make it at that company, you know damn well--

Girl, that don't make me feel no better.

Okay, you right.

You look strong, big sis.

Thank you, Sylvie.

You sure you don't want me to come with you?

Nah, I'm good. I gotta do this by myself.

-Okay. -Shit, well, you look good.

Where you get that wardrobe from?

The boutique. We went shopping.

Shit, I'm about to do the same ting.

With what money?

Butler nigga said he got a credit card for me.

Angel, you must got that angel--

Nah, nah, don't even start that shit.

-I'm just saying-- -Rain--

All right, all right, I'm about to get out of here. I will see y'all later.

Okay. You call me as soon as that meeting's over.

I will.

-All right. Go get 'em, girl. -Bye, y'all.

-Come on, I'll walk you out. -Bye.

Oh, wait, Sylvie. Um…

When I get back, we need to talk.

-Yeah? -Okay.

Go get 'em, bitch.

-Wow. -What?

You look amazing.

I know.

Open the door.

Thank you.

Go get 'em, bitch!

-Wait, that nigga drives her? -Yeah.

Okay, well, I don't trust that nigga.

Yeah, but he been trying to prove himself.

Okay, well, he knocked the shit out of me.

You probably deserved it.

What?

Angel, I don't have time for this right now. I had a long night.

-I'm going to bed. -Okay, well, don't trust him.

Where you goin'?

I wanna see the horses.

Sylvie, you know Kimmie do not want you wandering around here.

Well, she's not here, so she can relax.

But how can I relax and go to sleep if you wandering around?

I'm just going to the barn behind the house.

-Sylvie. -I'll keep an eye on her.

You better.

I got it.

You walking too fast.

-Hey. -Hey.

I can't believe this.

What?

That he got us with this shit.

No, he got you.

Oh, now you got to admit this son of a bitch is smart.

Shit.

He ain't that damn smart.

He married a whore.

It worked.

He don't love her.

I know that.

He just did this shit to fuck us up.

And it worked.

Look, did you come here to try to depress me?

Or did you come here for a meeting?

I came here to listen to what this dumb bitch has to say,

and hear how stupid she is,

and come up with a plan.

That is exactly why I'm here.

And to see how this nigga gonna be trying to tie our hands.

No, he's tied yo hands.

You know, I always got three or four trains running,

but in your case,

you had three or four trains being run on you.

Are you done with your stupid-ass comments?

See, never let your enemy know what you're doing next.

You damn right.

But you know what?

Shit, it don't even really matter.

'Cause them cancer patients,

they gonna make all the difference in the world.

They will take the company down.

Are you in on that?

I swear, Norman, you and your damn conspiracies.

How in the hell would I be in on it?

I don't know. I don't know.

I can't give nobody cancer.

'Cause if I could, all you motherfuckers would be dead.

Twice.

You are in on it, aren't you?

No, see, you always have your nasty little hands into everything.

And what you got yo nasty little hands on?

I don't know.

I'm just trying to figure this shit out.

See, on one hand, he marries this bitch.

On another hand, he's…

He's talking about this little Latin kid.

Yeah, well, he always did like Latin women.

No.

No, I… See, I always thought that too.

But this…

But this is a man.

What?

He been talking about the boy stole his watch or somethin'.

I'm not buying that.

I… I… I… I don't get it.

Uh, look, it don't matter anyway,

'cause he killed the little motherfucker this morning.

-What? You shitting me? -Nah, nah.

You see… see, I think he's just trying to cover up that Kimmie shit,

or… or… or… or maybe that car stuff.

But then…

I think the young man pissed him off.

You see what I'm sayin'?

Can you believe Black people live like this?

No.

What?

All this shit ain't fair.

What do you mean?

The way that we struggle and he gets to have shit like this?

-You mad. -You damn right I'm mad. I want it.

Well, it's not yours.

I know that, but that doesn't mean I can't want it.

You know, you're strange.

What?

I mean, this man has given us all of this, and you're mad?

-He ain't given us shit. -What?

You have to have sex with him.

-Who told you that? -Kimmie, she told me everything.

Well, she should have told you that I don't have sex with him.

I just danced for him a couple times.

Okay, well,

must've been a hell of a dance for you to be here with us.

Look, you got somethin' to say?

No, I just wanna see the horses.

Oh, then look at the horses.

-You got a bad attitude. -Yeah, whatever.

Hey. I saw you earlier, right?

-Hi. -Sylvie, right?

-Oh, the horse is so beautiful. Can I… -Yeah.

Uh, his name is Duck.

A horse named Duck?

He's, uh, Mr. Bellarie's favorite.

Although he doesn't ride anymore.

-Oh, yeah, I guess that's hard. -Yeah.

Do you ride?

No. I always wanted to.

Well, uh, I take care of the horses. I could show you.

Who are you?

Uh, sorry. Uh, my name is Glen.

Sylvie.

Sylvie.

-I like that name. -Thanks.

So you work here?

Uh, in the summers and on the weekends.

I'm in college at Berkeley.

Oh, okay, I see.

Uh, Jules is my dad.

-Jules? -He's the head of security.

-Oh yeah. Yeah, I met the head guy here. -Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, no, that's… That's Whitman.

Uh, he runs this place. My dad runs the company.

Oh. Okay. Nice.

Well, uh… I will gladly show you how to ride if you want.

-Okay. -Let's go.

Sir.

Jules.

So… I heard you were at the club last night.

Yeah, I was.

I thought we talked about you staying away.

You know, I don't really give a shit. You know, because I thoroughly enjoyed it.

It was fun.

And, Jules, let me remind you, I'm still in this business.

The laundering business.

-Stay out the club. -Hey.

Jules, I'm going to go as much as I want to.

-You understand? -Roy…

Speaking of, I need to, uh… I need to talk to you.

So sit down, please.

Since we gonna talk about the club…

Well?

So is, uh… Kimmie really coming to work here?

She's on her way in now.

Hm. That's some shit, ain't it?

Okay, since they, uh…

They all wanna play games,

bring people in that's new, I want you to bring someone else in for me.

Okay.

Like I said, I was at the club, right?

-Officer Trackson told me this morning. -Yeah.

There's this bitch that, uh, works at the club,

and I want her here.

Okay.

I want her here as my assistant.

Roy, you know this girl can't even count.

Well, she… She can count 12 inches.

Because she had 12 inches down her throat last night.

Are you talking about you, sir?

Who the fuck else would I be talking about?

I'm just saying, you probably wasn't just the only one in the club--

Nigga, I don't give a shit, okay? Like I said, I want her here.

You cannot bring her in here.

And why not?

Let me hook you up with a nice Philly jawn.

I don't…

I don't give a fuck about no Philly jawn, okay?

I want what I want, and I told you who I want.

-Make it happen. Look. -You're not listening.

Look, look, look, let me… let me… let me break it down to you.

My father's about to die,

and I want what I want, okay?

Now, Jules, I've known you for a long time now. A long time.

I like you. I really do.

But please…

please don't forget who you work for.

And when I tell you to go get somebody, fucking do it, okay?

So go get Felicia, and get her here as my assistant.

Copy?

She can't come in here.

Yes, she can.

Don't do it.

Make it happen.

I'm about to have her in here doing some crazy shit.

Ah.

Yeah, that's good.

Real good. Ah.

Shit.

What the fuck?

Yo.

Damn.

-Yeah, this is Mr. Bellarie's collection-- -Yo, is this a Lambo?

Yes, it is.

Mr. Bellarie said you can drive any one of these, except--

Can I drive this one?

Yes, you can.

-Shit, well, where are the keys? -They're in them.

Shit.

So Mr. Bellarie must be pretty fond of you, huh?

Why you say that?

Well, he won't let his sons touch these cars, let alone drive them.

I just helped him out with a situation.

Oh yeah?

Yeah, he was getting robbed, and… and I stepped in.

Is that right?

Who are you?

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Whitman. I'm his head of security.

Oh. Okay.

I didn't know anything about him getting robbed.

Then you must be shitty if you're head of security.

Well, I'm head of security here at the house.

I work directly underneath Jules.

Oh, that nigga?

Is there a problem?

You tell me.

Nah, there's no problem.

You're a guest of Mr. Bellarie's.

I'm just happy you were there to help him out.

Hm.

Yeah. Well, uh, I wanna take this one.

All right, well, we'll have it dropped off at the front door.

Just like that, huh?

That's how Mr. Bellarie does it.

Hm. Do what you do for him.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I might wanna drive three or four of these things, man.

Yo, look at this convertible.

Shit.

Damn.

Hey, get the keys for this too.

Hey!

Hurry up, security nigga!

Hello?

Are you there?

Hey. Uh, no, not yet. We're about to pull up soon, though.

You ready?

Um…

Yeah.

I wanna give you a little more insight on Mallory.

She came to see me after you left.

What happened?

She said she wanted to welcome me to the family.

She brought flowers.

That's nice.

If you say so.

You don't trust her?

Hell no.

You're smart.

She plays all sides to get what she wants.

-My type of chick. -She's not just a pretty face.

She's ruthless.

-She don't think I know how bad she is. -I thought so.

How are you?

I'm breathin'.

Did you make it yet?

Be there in a… Landing in about an hour.

Okay.

Call me as soon as you get done.

I will.

Okay. Bye.

Bye.

Yo, butler nigga!

Sir, I'd prefer if you called me James.

I'm sorry, Nigga James.

Um, Horace said you had a credit card for me?

Yes, sir. I'm told you're going shopping. Shall I call ahead?

Shit.

Okay, well, where's it at?

Let me see.

-This in my name? -Yes, sir.

Wait, wait, wait. Who… Who gonna take the bill?

It's on Mr. Bellarie's account. You don't have to worry about the bill.

For real?

Yes, sir.

What's the limit?

I don't believe Mr. Bellarie set one.

Are you shitting me?

No, sir, I'm not.

-And I can shop like I want? -Yes, sir.

How long on this damn car, man?

They're dusting it off right now. It'll be up.

Oh! Let's do this shit, James!

Yes. Yes, sir.

My nigga.

Motherfucker. This shit is crazy.

Hey, you got some champagne, Nigga James?

Pour it!

Hoo-hoo-hoo!

This shit look good on me, boy, I tell ya.

Appreciate it, Mr. Butler Nigga.

Blue interior.

And I make it look easy Got nothing to prove

And I'm stepping on you Wrecking it…

Open the gate, niggas!

Appreciate it!

Jules.

Yes, ma'am.

Where's Gillian?

Roy had me remove her.

Mm. And you did so without asking me?

Just trying to keep the peace.

Where's Calvin?

-Same situation, ma'am. -Mm.

So I have some idiot driving me that doesn't know where the hell he's going.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Jules, it smells like he washes his body in ass juice.

And you have him driving me?

I can get you a new driver.

This how we gonna do this, Jules?

That's what you gonna do?

You gonna have these old-ass niggas driving me around?

Ma'am, this man is highly trained.

Highly trained in what? Smelling like a fucking trash can?

Is that his talent?

It's good to see you.

And why are you here already anyway?

I'm here to greet the new COO.

Oh, you're here to greet the new COO, aren't you?

Then why don't you greet the new COO downstairs curbside?

Mallory…

What, you too good to do that?

-No, I'm not. -Bitch, I'm the boss here.

So why don't you go greet the whore that you gave Roy,

that's now both our bosses, curbside?

Yes, ma'am.

Coming up here hiding.

Think I'm fucking stupid? I run this bitch.

I wasn't hiding.

You were hiding.

Attorney Varney.

Well, hello.

Where is she?

She's not here yet.

Oh, she's not here, huh?

-Not yet. -So she's late.

You know how much I love that.

Well, I'm sure she'll be here soon.

Soon will be late.

And on her first day.

And on her first day, she's already annoying the shit out of me.

So have you decided on how you gonna handle this?

Absolutely.

I'm gonna be the sweet, amazing Mallory,

as I vomit in my mouth every time I look at her ass.…

That sounds like a perfect plan.

Do you know that she went shopping?

-Hm. Didn't know. -Lau called me from the boutique.

She spent $124,000.

That sounds like somebody else I know.

-On five suits. -Right.

Well, at least you would've gotten six.

You think I'm in the mood for these jokes?

I'm sorry, forgive me.

Dumb bitch, she even bought all the wrong things.

She gonna be coming up here looking all stupid.

This is really testing everything I know about myself.

Mallory, I'm sure you'll be fine.

I will be fine.

Not that it matters, because she's late…

but is everyone in place?

Yeah. Everyone's gathered in the lobby to meet her as she comes off the elevator.

-Gathered in the lobby? -Yeah.

What's this special shit?

I didn't get this shit when I came here.

-Who the hell told them to do that? -Your father-in-law sent an email.

-My father-in-law? -Yes.

He did what?

-Sent an email. -Uh-huh.

Telling us all to gather in the lobby,

when she comes off the elevator, to greet her.

Oh, so my father-in-law sent a new email for his new wife.

Look at that, his new wife.

He's all excited, huh?

This special shit. Yeah.

Is Roy here?

I heard he's here.

Mm. You trying to avoid him?

I can't do that.

Is he still messing with you?

That'll never stop.

Varney, let me tell you something. The only way it'll stop is if you stop it.

I don't know how to do that, 'cause I work for the family.

There are ways, Varney.

Okay, well, I'm a student.

I'll remember that.

Is Charles here?

I don't know.

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

-No, I don't. -It sounds like you do know,

with the way you said it.

I told him he needed to be here this morning.

Oh. So you nudged him, or you texted him?

-Mallory… -I'm just say--

Well, just calm down. Geez, just relax.

Well, shall we go out in the lobby to greet your new mother-in-law?

Hm. I'm gonna show you how to deal with trash in the most polite way.

Mallory…

What?

You sure you wanna do this?

This is my shit.

If this bitch wants to come in here and play with the big dogs,

then she needs to bring her best.

Now go while I sit here and make her wait.

Okay.

-Um, James. -Yes, ma'am.

Have you seen Angel and Sylvie?

Well, Angel is out shopping.

And where is Sylvie?

Sylvie's in the stables.

By herself?

No, no. Mr. Glen…

Who the hell is Glen?

He's a stable boy. She's in good hands.

Oh.

Damn, these people are crazy.

Where is she?

She's on her way in.

I thought you were supposed to pick her up.

I got pulled away.

Yeah, figures.

Where's Mallory?

Who gives a shit?

The tension in this room is as thick as it comes.

Yeah.

I totally feel it.

Keep your head on a swivel. Be careful.

I got you.

You ready for this?

Look, I know you don't know me that well…

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you, everybody.

Thank you. I appreciate it. Thank you.

Welcome.

Don't you look beautiful?

Thank you.

We're all so glad

that you could join us.

Join you?

Yes.

I came to lead you.

Of course.

The bitch has got teeth.

Yeah.

Everyone, this is Kimmie.

She is our new COO.

Thank you. Uh, my name is Kimmie,

but you all will refer to me as Mrs. Bellarie.

All the shareholders are present, and the boardroom is all set up.

Great.

Right this way.

No. I wanna see my office first.

Right this way.

No, no.

I want him to show me.

Okay.

Roy?

Gladly.

Right this way.

Everyone back to work, please.

Jules, what the fuck is this?

Wow.

You met Kimmie.

Hm.

She's a little stronger than I thought.

Good thing you know how to handle strong.

Breaking bitches is my pleasure.

What the fuck? Get off of her!

-Wait, wait. -No.

What? No!

Oh my God! Stop!

-No! -Wait!

Oh my God!

Oh my God. Oh my God.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Yeah, huh

Whoa, one

Two-steppin' in my Lou-Vs

Let my jewelry make you blind

My nigga keep a toolie

Step up to me You might die

Pop up in the mix

Internet hos are sliding

My bitches love to rage

Like we back in '99

Who da fuck in this bitch

Talkin' all this, talkin' all that

If you fuckin' up the vibe

Flick of the wrist, backhand smack

Who want smoke, who want smoke

I'm the coach, I'm the warden

How am I so fire?

But I'm putting down that water, water

Bow bow to the heir

I'm the pretty god

Every night keep it live Like it's 30 Rock

Bow bow to the heir

I'm the pretty god

Every night keep it live Like it's 30 Rock

Bow bow to the heir

I'm the pretty god

Every night keep it live Like it's 30 Rock

Bow bow to the heir

I'm the pretty god

Every night keep it live Keep it live

Keep it, yuh, yuh, yuh

Get on your knees, I'm blessed

Why don't I take this dress off

We just might need confession

Why don't I wrap this whip up tight

Matte pink Tii Tii Tesla

Ain't no man or bitch I need To make Tii Tii successful

Fuck a highway, it's my way

Grew up by the mob way

Trenches bitch to godly

From the BX onto Broadway

Ay, extra cheese XOXO, besos please

All my hos got double-Ds

All my niggas got SMGs Bang, bang

Bow bow to the heir

I'm the pretty god

Every night keep it live Like it's 30 Rock

Bow bow to the heir

I'm the pretty god

Every night keep it live Like it's 30 Rock

Bow bow to the heir

I'm the pretty god

Every night keep it live Like it's 30 Rock

Bow bow to the heir

I'm the pretty god

Every night keep it live

Keep it live, keep it

Bow bow to the pretty god

Yeah