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♪ Stop playing with me, Drake ♪

♪ I'm too classy, never trashy, keep it pimpin' ♪

♪ I know he a munch, but I'm too P, I keep it pimpin' ♪

♪ Flawless diamonds glistening ♪

♪ Foreign cars whippin' ♪

♪ I ain't never trippin' off no bitch ♪

♪ Hoe, keep it pimpin' ♪

Nice seeing you.

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Keep it pimpin', keep it pimpin' ♪

♪ Keep it pimpin', keep it pimpin' ♪

♪ Keep it pimpin', keep it pimpin' ♪

♪ Bitches pressed ♪

Done.

Hope you love it.

♪ I keep it G, I keep my pussy wet ♪

♪ Now, I'm just ridin' with my bitches ♪

♪ They some bad bitch, get your cameras out ♪

♪ Flyin' out to different countries ♪

♪ Ain't no max I'm actin' out ♪

Thank you.

♪ Bitch, it ain't no pressure bout ♪

♪ Any nigga face that I sat on ♪

♪ I just get the money and I dip ♪

♪ Pinky up when I sip ♪

♪ Boy, you gotta book a trip ♪

♪ Boy, you gotta spend some chips ♪

Now, this what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout.

Motherfucker clean as hell, man.

Cadillac converter and the powertrain alone

gon' be about five bands.

This motherfucker got leather bucket seat

in it, custom sound system.

Shit, that six mo'.

Hey, remember, I'm on the clock, boo.

Shit, me, too, Fran.

The fuck?

Man, what the hell is that?

My little time machine I've been working

on for a couple of years now.

I be going back in time, smoking blunts with Pimp C

and shit. Know what I'm saying?

No.

It's an electronic key program.

You get one of these motherfuckers

from Walmart for about $500, for real.

Know what I'm saying?

Let me see that original key right there.

Check this, though.

You want to take the original key,

put it in there, then you gon' clone that motherfucker,

just like that.

Yes, sir.

I'll give that back to you.

There you go.

This shit easier than frying

some beer-battered wings.

But I ain't done yet.

Man, yo ass like the black Inspector Gadget or something.

Shit, man.

That nigga ain't got shit on me.

Know what I mean?

You got to get the tracker so we know

where the car is at all times.

There it is.

We all set.

Now go on take that old ass lady her car back,

and make sure she give your ass a tip

for taking care of her ride.

You feel?

I'mma go on and, uh, DM you about 3:00 AM and let

you know where to meet me at.

Nigga, 3:00 AM?

I'll be slumped dreaming about some

ribs from the barbecue joint.

Yo ass trippin'.

Well, if yo' ass asleep, that mean the owner is,

too, dreaming about whatever the fuck cougars dream about--

alimony, menopause, or wigs or some shit like that.

Shit, I fuck with you, though. - All right, man.

Be safe. - Fo sho'.

Ha!

♪ Silver moon, silver moon ♪

♪ Underneath the silver moon ♪

♪ Silver moon, silver moon, say we'll be coming soon ♪

Thank you all for helping me commemorate

the grand opening and tour of my new youth center.

Now, this center will serve as a training

and recreational center for foster and

system-impacted youth.

Now, it is our responsibility-- all

of our responsibility as a community--

to provide tangible resources and a fighting chance

for our most vulnerable.

Pastor, you're quickly rising as a real estate mogul,

amassing a small empire in the city of Memphis.

Seems like the real tangibles are

making hand-over-fist profits for you

off the backs of at-risk youth.

Aren't you concerned about the optics?

Well, the only value sheep has to offer is

his wool, not their opinions.

Now, I came from the mud of Orange Mound,

and I built my empire from the ground up.

Trust me.

I ain't got a speck of dirt on my Lucchese boots.

Now, I invite all the naysayers to come

on down and worship with us.

Come on, sew your seeds, tithes, and

offerings in our fertile soil and watch your own prosperity

tree grow--

like mine.

God is love.

A to the men.

Speaking of love, rumors of a fling

in the church with a married woman has surfaced.

Can you give testimony on that?

Now, here we are, celebrating these kids and

this youth center, and you want to be messy.

God don't like ugly.

Thank, y'all.

Thank you.

Have you been talking to anyone about us?

No.

Why would I do that?

You shouldn't even really be here now, Farah.

Look, as far as everybody is concerned,

I'm just your lowly secretary anyway.

You need to relax.

I can help with that.

Oh, shit.

So she can be here, and I can't?

Farah, I didn't invite her.

Mm-hmm.

So y'all ain't even trying to hide it, huh?

Carolyn, what are you doing here?

I came here to talk to you about your daughter.

Privately.

Excuse me.

You need to control your lil' bitch.

Carolyn, we at a public event.

When has that ever mattered to you?

Is Keisha okay?

Her landlord raised the rent.

She's working overtime to make ends meet,

and she's still dealing with Rome's death.

She's coping, but she's also stubborn like you.

And she needs your help, even though she

don't want to admit it.

I spoke to her last night.

I'm putting a reward out for that boy's killer.

I don't know what took you so long.

Well, when she learns how to respect her father

and come to church, then she'll reap the benefits.

She didn't even want to come and support me here.

She's got a lot going on, Sav.

What?

Braiding hair?

Slinging pork belly sandwiches and

skating around town like some kind of college dropout?

How come you see the potential in everybody

else kids, but not your own?

You knew she dropped out, didn't you?

She confides in me.

She just wants to use my money to skip town, Carolyn,

and you know that.

And I will not allow it.

That is her dream.

Just give your daughter a little bit of grace.

Carolyn, it's first Sunday.

Make sure Keisha's at church to take communion.

I can't make her do nothing she don't want to do,

just like I can't make you stop flaunting

your little church hooker.

You look nice.

Girl, I know you ain't about to ask me for no more greens.

I done already told you we ain't got no more.

Baby, I'm just one person.

I'mma be right with you.

Give me a second.

O-M-G. All I see is pork.

Do you have any vegan options?

Baby, you at the Pork and Thangs.

We pork things up in here.

Pork ribs, pork belly, pork chops, pork and beans.

I mean, we got fried chicken, but we fry

it in the pork grease, too.

And we got side options of greens, mac and cheese,

cabbage, but they all got pork.

In LA, this would be considered

dietary discrimination.

Well, we ain't in Kansas, Dorothy.

Y'all from LA?

We're here for a Skaterade competition.

We're here to get that bag.

Ooh.

Well, baby, Memphis is the home of Southern roll.

And me and my girls, we snatching that bag.

So I'm glad y'all got y'all little cute vacay in.

And we have shrimps and grits.

Shrimps is a double plural.

It's just shrimp.

But you said everything was pork.

Shrimps and grits is on our secret menu.

I'm vegan, not pescatarian.

Baby, I don't know how y'all do it in Cali, but here,

if you get offered something off the specialty menu,

that's a sign of Southern hospitality.

Okay?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to--

I'll take the shrimps and grits with a side of sweet tea

and, um, you can bring Karen here some cornbread.

Okay, girl, 'cause--

Shrimps and grits for you, and cornbread.

I stay dry for my daughter.

I missed out on a lot of important moments.

I feel like a failure sometimes.

The road to recovery is one step at a time.

It's lonely.

Yeah, we all been there, queen.

You make it look so easy.

The struggle is real.

I've been dry almost five years now.

I got every colored chip they give out.

Last week, I was tempted to buy a pint of yak

for my sober birthday.

Two years dry.

I got some good ass barbecue, and

I curled up and watched my favorite TV show.

That sounds like a good rebound, Carolyn.

By the way, congrats on another year of sobriety.

I remember trying to pawn these off as poker chips.

I guess I gotta find me a new hobby.

Here y'all go.

Ooh, this looks amazing!

And y'all know I do hair, right?

This is just my side job.

Passion twists, boxer braids, crochet.

White girl, I'll have you looking like you

just got back from Jamaica.

Yeah, 'cause that's the look I'm going for.

Sis, sis, hit me up if you're ever in LA.

My sister owns a salon in Baldwin Hills.

They're always looking for stylists.

Seriously?

Yes.

Hell, yeah!

Oh, for sho.

Can I have your Instagram?

Here.

Yes. Is this yours right here?

Mm-hmm.

Okay, okay.

- I'mma tell you my number. - Yes, do that.

- Okay. - Okay, wait a minute.

Oh, you look good, girl.

So you're the cookie monster who's been

stealing all the ginger snaps.

Guilty.

I like sweets, so I can't help myself.

Carolyn, right?

Look, you were so focused in the meeting,

I'm surprised you even noticed me.

Oh, well, I pay attention to what interests me.

I see there's not a ring, so I assume you're not married.

Divorced.

Aftermath is kind of complicated,

but I am far too fabulous to be sitting on anybody's shelf.

Life goes on.

Mm-hmm, I heard that.

You know, I like a Black woman with grit,

living her best damn life.

So either you're five-o or you're a stalker,

'cause don't nobody talk like that.

So which one is it?

Neither one. Neither.

I'm a truck driver.

I just moved here a few months ago from Nashville.

Just a single Black man out here,

using old pickup lines, who likes what he sees.

That's all.

Excuse me.

So, do you ever go to any of those jazz clubs

on the riverfront?

I like Miles, Thelonious, Coltrane.

Billie, Ella, Dinah--

Charlie Parker.

Yeah, Charlie Parker.

So can I call you sometime, Ms. Carolyn?

You really don't know who I am.

Should I?

Get this out of your way.

Nice meeting you, sis.

Shit.

Kathy, what are you doing?

Hey, Keisha.

Uh, I hate to tell you, but we got to take

the Rome burger off the menu.

Why?

Well, people just ain't ordering it anymore.

It's costing more than it's worth, so--

Jerome was a Memphis hero.

That burger was named after he won

the state football championship after high school.

Folk love that burger.

I know, I know.

And they loved him!

Hey, hey.

Best way to hold on is to let go.

Nothing lasts forever, sweetheart.

Keish, it's been eight months.

Look, I know you miss Rome, but maybe Kathy was right.

Maybe you need some new dick in your life.

That is not what you said, Ty.

We should burn this bitch down.

No, we shouldn't.

I ain't trying to go to jail.

You need to get your papers, collect unemployment, and start

your braid game up full-time.

That's your passion.

Look, y'all.

Remember we only got till Friday

to pay the rest of this $500 for the competition.

My tip's been kind of straight today,

so I should be good.

My valet tips ain't shit.

Boog got this little side hustle I'm looking

into for some extra cash.

Y'all, if we win, I'mma get my business license.

I'mma book a one-way ticket, and I'mma pay booth rent

at a salon in Baldwin Hills.

Somewhere classy, like Rodeo Drive.

I can just hustle my clients out there like I do out here.

If I win, I'm going to get me and Deja

up out of Eddie mama's house.

Give me a real agent, some real headshots.

I'm gonna help my G-pops out with the house,

maybe get a new used car, maybe pay for chef school.

Well, y'all know they got chef school and agents in LA.

Trying to get some practice in?

Don't you got to finish your shift?

Girl, I'm thinking about taking me a long break,

make Kathy ass miss me a little.

Let's roll.

Uh-uh, not too much.

Don't get your Rome snot tears all over my outfit.

Bitch.

You need to be more concerned about that camel toe.

Put that thing away.

Exactly.

Let me go get my skates out the locker.

Come on, get in this car, girl.

♪ I can be your genie, grant you all your wishes ♪

♪ A whole tramp and a lamp, but you gotta kiss it ♪

♪ Lick my lips, dinner time, baby, it's delicious ♪

♪ Yeah, my pussy in the mood, but I got shit to do ♪

♪ You might miss but, kid, this shit ain't missing you ♪

♪ I'm minding my business, I ain't mad you ♪

♪ Blowin' up my life like I got time for you ♪

Oh, yeah, goddamn!

It's Throwback Thursday all-night skate.

We got half off on wings and purple slushies, man.

Let's get it.

♪ I know you like ♪

♪ I see you thirsty, I hope you brought your appetite ♪

♪ Don't be stingy with that Willy, baby, hit me tight ♪

♪ Swaggy said you bout to switch up like a Gemini ♪

♪ When it come to getting my overtime overdrive ♪

♪ Pedal up on these beats till I override ♪

♪ El Dorado these streets till the streets mine ♪

♪ Bang, bang, skeet, skeet in the meantime ♪

Y'all, we might be able to win this thing, for real.

We kilt' that shit.

I feel good as fuck.

Oh, I'm like--

Okay!

Hey, Keisha, Keisha, Keisha.

Glad to see you made it home safe the other night,

but I can't have you loitering on the property

after hours no more.

I got you, Chuck.

Also, I've been holding this application a little longer

than I'm comfortable with.

Hey, look at that shirt.

You look so good, man.

Yeah, your shirt is fly as hell.

What y'all people say?

I got that shit on.

You got that shit on!

Fuck that.

Where my bread at?

Come on, man, you don't trust us?

In God, we trust.

But Negroes got to pay cash.

I'mma give y'all till tomorrow now.

Then I'mma have to give your spot to somebody

else on the waiting list.

Come on, Chuck.

We gon' have it.

You hear me, don't you?

We heard ya'.

Why he gotta trip?

That's what I'm saying.

Do we really believe--

Hold on, hold on.

That's Bonafide right there.

Oh, shit.

She got new bangs on the radio.

Y'all, I auditioned for her music video.

For real?

I ain't heard nothing back yet, though.

Well, maybe you should go talk to her.

And ask her if I can do her hair while you're at it.

Let me get in good first, and then I'mma hook you up.

Okay.

Hurry.

Look at her.

Yeah, get 'em, girl.

I want a red drink.

You want some?

Oh, no, I'm good.

For sure.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hold on, hold on, where you going?

Come on, T. Don't do me like that.

Hey, I know I was lit off that Hen at the fish fry.

I know.

Nah, you showed your true colors.

I'm sorry what I said about Rome.

Look, I lost a homie six months ago, too.

They jacked him for his Lexus.

Took his life and his ride.

That's messed up.

I realized the only way I was gonna be able to move past it

and get on with my life was just

to accept it for what it was.

It's one of the stages of grief.

You was lit as fuck at that party.

You thought I was about to give you a threesome.

Come on, girl, you know I was testing you.

PK still be freaky, though.

You know that.

I mean, I got some skills that ain't so holy,

but I ain't no trick.

I respect you.

Look, tell you the truth, I was in my feelings.

And I know you ain't feeling the attention, so I'mma fall

back, let you be.

I'll leave you alone.

You got some skills on them skates, mama.

Yeah, I--

I do a little something something.

Confident and fine.

I like that.

What your name is?

Tyra.

But my people call me Ty.

You know who I am?

Duh.

Everybody up in here know who you is.

Your music is fire.

Yeah?

I actually auditioned for your music video.

I'll be seeing you around then.

They didn't pick me, though.

I guess I ain't shake it good enough.

You know, you got a type.

You like them stallions.

We just came here to catch a vibe.

Finishing my album at the studio.

Wanna come through?

Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

Sure. - Yeah.

All right.

Bet.

Can I play?

I thought you ain't want to come off the bench.

Look, Bon, I ain't trying to send you

no mixed signals or nothing.

I'm just-- I'm just on a slow roll, that's all.

So what's up?

I heard you be doing hair.

You see, my fro a little frizzy right now.

You should come to my crib and give me a little retwist.

Boy, you ain't slick.

I thought you was gon' fall back.

I ain't say how far back I was going to fall, though.

Just tell me how much it costs.

I'll pay for it.

$50 for a retwist.

And I could do some little braids

and throw in a design for, like, $70.

Okay.

And I charge a travel fee, and you gotta tip.

Trying to make money for this registration fee.

Okay.

I'll tell you what.

You do a good job, I'll double that rate.

Text me.

I'm guessing you didn't expect to see a free peep show

tonight, huh?

How the hell I'm supposed to know

that her car was gon' be blocked in while

she getting back shots?

Thought you was always in control.

How about you control your motherfucking mouth?

How about that?

Damn, that nigga got some stamina.

I know what that is.

That's that Blue Rhino from the gas station.

Shit have you going, boy.

How much you think she paying him?

Whatever it is, it ain't enough.

So you mean to tell me Boog don't want no

sugar mama he can take down?

Man, hell, naw.

That bitch way too skinny for me.

What?

I ain't even gonna lie to you, Fran.

I like them bitches big, dawg.

The bigger, the better.

350, 400.

Shit keep a nigga warm at night.

Save on that electric bill, too, man.

I tell you.

So how are we getting paid, Boog?

You ask too many goddamn questions, man.

For real.

Some things are above your pay grade, rook.

Just be easy.

Relax.

All right.

Shit, shit, shit.

What the fuck going on?

I think her husband finna come home.

Bout to be shot in this motherfucker.

Shit.

That means we better hurry up.

Showtime.

This can't be that easy, bruh.

Shit.

♪ Broke up with my ex ♪

♪ Now she mad, I'm like, ha, ha ♪

♪ Laughing all the way to that bag ♪

♪ I'm like, ha, ha ♪

♪ Y'all boys going, I'm sad ♪

♪ I'm like, ha, ha ♪

♪ Grown boy claiming I'm your dad ♪

♪ I'm like, ha, ha ♪

♪ Broke up with my ex, and now she mad ♪

♪ I'm like ha, ha ♪

♪ Laughing all the way to that bag ♪

♪ I'm like, ha, ha ♪

♪ Y'all boys going out sad ♪

♪ I'm like ha, ha ♪

♪ Broke boy claiming I'm your dad ♪

♪ I'm like, ha, ha ♪

♪ All the baddies in my set ♪

♪ She had it sitting next to me ♪

♪ That's some bad ones in the pad ♪

♪ Baby, you ain't next to me ♪

♪ This is me, and that's on me ♪

♪ I know it you want a recipe ♪

♪ If y'all hating, get away ♪

♪ Don't let y'all be the death of me ♪

♪ Broke up with my ex, and now she mad ♪

♪ I'm like, ha, ha ♪

That was the one.

You murdered that shit.

I can double the vocals in the mix.

Relax back, Bona.

♪ Broke up with my ex, now she mad ♪

♪ Laughing all the way to the bank ♪

What you think?

That shit hard.

I think that might be a hit for sho'.

Yeah.

You know how to make a nigga smile.

Hey, we in the studio, man.

Hey, this is how we do it in the gritty city.

We get lit off them titties.

Hey, this one's for the Haven.

We out here.

Put your cups up!

Hey!

Hey, hey!

Hold on, hold-- hey, why you hiding?

Thought you wanted to be famous, like Tyra Banks.

On some next "Top Model" shit.

Yeah, let me see what you twerkin' with.

Ey!

Yay, yay, yay, yay.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

We like it when she throw it back.

Yay.

Yeah, ain't she pretty, y'all?

Yeah.

Yay.

I don't twerk for free, though.

I got paper.

What we doing?

One second.

My bad.

Hold on.

Cups up.

Hello?

Hi, Mom.

Deja, what are you doing up?

And did you brush your teeth after dinner?

Yes.

Where you at, Mommy?

Mommy's working late at her new job.

What's all that noise?

Deja, where's your daddy?

Daddy at home where Mommy needs to be.

What the fuck kind of games are you playing, Ty?

She's wheezing.

Did you give her her breathing treatment?

I just did.

Hey, what you twerking with?

Hold on. What?

- Look-- - Who the fuck is that?

I gotta go.

Kiss Deja for me.

Oh, I feel like Vin Diesel right there.

On some "Fast and Furious" shit, man.

Hey, you could steal a bottle from a newborn baby, man.

You smooth, Boog.

Thank you, man.

Tone the fuck down, Fran.

Rule number one, don't get high off your own supply chain.

Keep your head in the game and your motherfucking

face out the frame.

We're in a process of a transaction, man.

What the fuck wrong with you?

My bad.

This ain't no Hollywood hype.

What, you want to post this shit on social media

or some shit, man?

Sorry.

I lost my cool.

You can lose your motherfucking freedom.

And we ain't trynna to have them problems.

Tighten up on that emo shit, man.

Boogie, Boogie.

My personal ATM.

Take it easy on me, Stu.

Your motherfucking rates getting

higher than Jason in Haven.

Hey, inflation higher than a motherfucker.

Damn, who this you got with you, Boogie?

Oh, this my new associate.

That's Fran the Man.

She new to the crew.

Fran the Man don't look like no man to me.

Thank you, old school.

Yeah, old school.

I'm Stu, baby.

You hear me?

But with eyes like this, you can call

me what you wanna call me.

Just don't call me collect, baby.

Hey, man, can we stay focused?

Hey, man, that's what I'm doing.

I'm focusing.

I'm trynna let her know the services I can offer.

You hear me?

Yeah, let me check this car out, though.

Y'all came to the right place.

You know what time it is.

Yeah, hold on.

What's this?

Mm-hmm.

See there?

You know Stu gonna do what it do.

Ain't nern' tracking device old Stu can't find.

Believe that.

♪ I been moving a whole lot of cocaine ♪

♪ I been moving a whole lot of cocaine ♪

♪ I been moving a whole lot of cocaine ♪

Yeah.

Right?

Hell, yeah, Boogie.

Motherfuckin' clean.

What you thinking?

Man, I'm thinking something like 12.

Man, hell, naw.

That shit least about 20.

12.5, Boogie.

18.

- 15. - 15.

Pssht.

My man.

That's what I'm talking about, Boogie.

Fuck going on, man.

You know you came to the right place, Boogie.

Here you go, baby.

Nice doing business with you, Stu.

Nice doing business with you all the time.

Yes, sir.

Stay on the hunt, 'cause you know, when you eat, I eat.

Yeah.

Easy 1,000 for you.

You ain't never gon' make no shit like that doing no valet.

I made $1,000 in 45 minutes?

Shit, I can get used to this.

You can get used to a lot of things.

You hear what I'm saying?

Teamwork make the scheme work.

Yeah, fo sho.

Yeah, I know fo sho.

Hey, over here, we do what we do.

Country.

Country.

Kathy still in here?

Oh, no, she gone.

I'm about to get the hell up out of here, too.

Can you make me a Rome burger with Fran's orange honey

sauce on it? - Hell, no.

You trying to get me fired?

You heard what Kathy said.

I don't give a fuck what Kathy said.

I just cleaned the grill.

Country.

How long have we been slaving together, man?

Always had your back.

Always had mine.

Please.

One last time, please.

One Rome burger coming up.

♪ I want to see you now and then ♪

♪ I'm sick, hearing voices in the wind ♪

♪ I'll forgive you for your sins ♪

♪ If you come around again ♪

No this nigga didn't.

♪ Like I got the fucking blues ♪

Thank you, Country.

No problem.

So where you stay at?

Right now, I'm staying with my baby daddy mama.

But I got another spot where I lay my head at.

So you got a kid?

Yeah, a daughter.

Her name is Deja.

Look.

This is on her birthday.

She's my little princess.

So what's up with baby daddy?

Me and Eddie was together for years,

but he don't excite me no more.

He too-- safe.

I want something different.

All he do is sit at home and play video games all day

and depend on his bitch ass mama

to cook and take care of him.

Oh, he a baby boy.

You know, family all we got at the end of the day.

Yeah.

But that don't mean I got to be stuck.

I want more.

More like what?

Well, I'm in nursing school right now,

but I'm really, really trying to push this modeling thing

so I can provide for Deja.

Then that shy shit ain't going to cut it.

You know, you fine as hell on them skates, baby,

but you got to come out of that shell.

It's easier for me on four wheels.

For private situations.

Why they call you Bona Fide?

'Cause my bone be satisfying.

Damn.

You packing a strap-on?

Hey.

Dance for me.

Dance for me and my fans.

That back shot was--

it was cool.

A little appetizer.

What do we got, 8,000 likes?

Dance for me.

Yeah.

Yeah.

♪ I deserve a good day ♪

Yeah.

♪ Found my pocket, now I'm ready ♪

Mm.

♪ Bitch, get out the way ♪

Yeah, your body legit, girl.

Don't let nobody tell you it ain't.

Yeah.

♪ You tryna hold me down, you cannot faze me ♪

♪ Now, lil baby, I'm done, ain't no more chasing ♪

♪ Beatin' in all the odds ♪

What's goin' on, man?

I'mma make you the main girl in my video.

You finna be a star.

♪ Don't make me drop you from the roster ♪

♪ Tryna claim me ♪

♪ All eyes on me like Pac going through changes ♪

♪ All this hustle from my pops ♪

♪ That's how he raised me ♪

Come on, Boogie.

Let's handle this.

You know we chopping like karate.

You know what time it is, man.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

♪ Found my pocket, now I'm paid ♪

♪ I don't see nobody in my lane ♪

Come here.

♪ Move, bitch, get out the way ♪

♪ Grandma's prayers blocking all the hate ♪

♪ But, girl, you really thought you'd get a ring? ♪

♪ I'll never let you fumble my last name ♪

♪ Used to pin you on your stomach, no complaints ♪

♪ But you blew down that house when seasons changed ♪

♪ Where you gon' go when you run ♪

♪ Where you gon' go when you run ♪

♪ What you do with what you find ♪

♪ What you do with what you find ♪

♪ If they take you away from your grind ♪

♪ Can't keep 'em away ♪

♪ Oh, y'all, cold in the summer ♪

♪ It gets cold in the summer ♪

♪ Cold in the summer ♪

♪ Riding in the summer ♪

♪ I want to know if you really, really love me ♪

♪ Show me some, can't read your mind ♪

♪ Riding in an old-school Chevy, trying to escape time ♪

♪ Ooh, I don't know what you want ♪

♪ I don't know what you want ♪

♪ All I want is you home ♪

♪ You, baby, call up my phone, my phone ♪

♪ We used to ride up the mountain ♪

♪ Come down loving all night long ♪

♪ Oh, see, I been missing you, baby girl ♪

♪ Tell me what you want ♪