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(dramatic violin music) (glass breaks)

(slow piano music)

- (kissing) I just love my my Desi.

(birds chirping) Love my Desi.

- I love you too, daddy. - You do?

Aw, and my name is Miss Pig, and I love my Desi, too.

(kissing) Just a sweet little thing.

- She got a cut on her. - She cut herself?

How'd she cut herself? - She didn't cut herself,

her hand went like this. - Her hand went like that?

Oh, look like she needs some fingernail polish on her.

(dog barks) - She doesn't have any.

- She ain't got no fingernail polish?

Well, we gone have to polish her fingernails,

don't you think?

(imitates air rushing) (dogs barking)

But I'm Miss Piggy and I just love my Desi.

(dogs barking) (kissing noises)

That super girl, super Desi? (dogs barking)

Aw. (dogs bark)

What's wrong with you?

Why you standing behind me looking all angry and shit?

What's wrong with you? (dogs barking)

(footsteps in grass) (dogs barking)

She a little cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs.

- Desi, girl, pick up your damn toys.

I think your one goal in life is to drive me crazy, damn.

- Mary, quit fussing at that girl like that.

(broom clatters) God dog.

- Look, don't tell me what to do, she's my child, too.

- Shit. (Mary sighs)

You know what? - What about your wife?

- Who am I supposed to protect you from, the Boogie Man?

(broom scratching) Slow down, damn.

Tell me something,

why are you so damn insecure when that's our only child?

You act like you jealous of our only child.

- Why in the hell would I be jealous of Desi?

Hmm, is that a joke? - No, that ain't no joke.

Look, look, calm down. (Mary sighs)

Now, can you please just go ahead and get ready

before these folks start coming for this party?

'Cause you know I hate to hear Jay's punk ass mouth, now.

Come on, man. (kisses) (Mary laughs)

- Boy, you lucky they'll be here in a minute up.

(broom scratching) Boy, don't get me started.

- I tell you what, you keep that same energy.

Later on, I'm gonna give you 15 minutes of your life, girl,

wham. (Mary laughs)

- Boy, that's why I love you, you so damn fake.

- This is why you love me? - (laughing) Yep.

- You always stroking that thing.

(Mary laughs) - I love your tall crazy ass.

- I know you do. (Mary laughing)

(automobiles passing) (tires crunching)

(Jay groans) - Jay, where have you been?

You realize we about to be late, right?

Come on, baby, look, Jen, don't do that.

We about to have a good time, turn up with our friends.

Can we please leave the negativity at the house, please?

- Whatever, Jay. (Jay laughs)

You know you get on my nerve, right?

- I know, you get on mine. (Jen laughs)

Come on, let's go, damn. - Whatever.

- Have some fun, get some drinks.

- I'm trying. - Let's go.

(car doors opening) (Jay groans)

(cars doors slam)

I wonder what they're drinking.

- You don't need none, better get in here

and get on your best behavior.

- [Jay] I'm always on my best behavior.

- [Jen] That's a lie, that is a lie,

that is a lie if I ever heard one.

- [Jay] The last party was like this, right?

- [Jen] Yeah, the last one,

but what about the one before that?

- [Jay] That's a different story.

- [Jen] Uh huh, yeah. (footsteps falling)

(upbeat music) - [Jay] This here's my dawg.

* Ooh

- Y'all come on in, y'all ready to party?

- Girl, you know it. - Come on, come on, come on!

- I could not wait to get off work, girl.

Them folks was getting on my nerves.

- Look, Terry, Terry, Terry. - What's up, Terry?

(hands slapping) (music continues)

- I got my wife right here, I'm good, baby.

- I hear you. (all laughing)

- What's going on, baby, good to see you as always.

- I know it. - Whoo, where the drinks at?

- Already, what's up? (music continues)

- Hey, bar's open. - Got some blue top over there

- Y'all ready to get whooped? - You know how -

- You gonna man up, you gonna man up to win.

- This my house. - Oh, here we go.

(group laughing) - Ass whoopings left and right

let's go, let's go. (group laughing)

- Baby, grab me a cup. - [Jay] I'll get there.

- Let's get this party started.

- Hello, hello, hello! (crowd chattering)

(women laughing) - What's up, Terry, man?

- What's up, man? (music continues)

- Man, she's been waiting all day about this game thing.

- But you know what, I'm a real man.

I ain't got no ass for you to whoop, baby, so...

And don't you act like we ain't never whooped your ass

up in here, this my house, I'm the king, that's my queen,

and we not gonna get dethroned today, baby.

You remember that, okay? - Okay, let's get started.

- Let's get going. (crowd chattering)

- How you been? - Long time, long time.

(crowd chattering) (music continues)

- Terry, where the drink at now?

- He do not be playing. (music continues)

I can't wait 'til me and Taylor have babies one day.

- What's taking so long? (crowd chattering)

- (scoffs) Well, it ain't like we don't be trying.

- But? - (sighs) Girl.

My gynecologist is talking about, I keep having bad

pelvic infections and it's keeping me from getting pregnant.

Now for a minute there, I thought Jay was ticking over it,

but I know my man love me. - Really?

- (laughs) Yes. - Huh.

- [Jay] Hey, before we start that ass whooping,

where them drinks at, Terry, what's up?

- I ain't making drinks right there, man.

You fix your own drink, nigga, hell.

- You ain't shit, man, damn. (music continues)

- You see that blue top over there?

It's over there just for you, 'cause I know that's

what you drink, go on, fix your own drink, nigga,

I ain't about to fix your - - [Jay] Fuck you, nigga.

- Nigga, fuck you, fix your own motherfucking drink.

- [Jay] You ain't shit, man. - You ain't either.

- [Jay] Hey, y'all ready to play?

- Well, come on over here, then.

- Come on over, we waiting on you.

Bring your ass on! - Okay?

- Come on, tell everybody, let's kick some ass.

- [Jay] You best watch your mouth.

- [Woman] Y'all don't be talking shit.

- Okay, come on. - Come on.

- What y'all waiting on? (group chattering)

(cards flipping) (music continues)

- This fucking hand, damn. - Nigga, fuck you.

You don't like the hand, throw the hand in.

- I'll whoop your ass with this bad-ass hand.

(crowd chattering) (cards flipping)

- Told y'all I'm the king of this motherfucker.

This gonna be like that the end of the night.

Goddamn it. (cards flipping)

- Who the hell shuffled these cards?

- Shit, I shuffled them. - I said the right thing.

- You sure did. (women laughing)

- That's mine right there. (cards flipping)

(crowd chattering) - Ain't that right, baby?

- You ain't talking no more bullshit.

- Man, y'all gonna keep talking shit.

- Y'all got me so fucked up, ya'll are playing

too goddamn slow, I don't wanna hear shit.

Drop them motherfucking cards.

- Keep fucking with the right one!

- You keep throwing out cards, we ain't throwing out shit!

(loud arguing) - What you doing, nigga?

(group laughing) - Shut it down.

- Damn, you got all the aces, too.

- Come on, let's get it. - This game is rigged.

- You almost thought I was joking.

- Come on, baby! - This motherfucker!

(Terry groaning) - Oh my god, I quit.

- Told them we were the king and queen

in this motherfucker, baby. - Yes!

- Who the fuck they trying to fool?

- Them cards is rigged, baby. - No!

(loud arguing) - He had all the spades,

all the aces. - Damn right.

Well, what you talking about?

That nigga brought, he brought the cards.

Shit, he brought his ass-whooping with him.

(crowd chattering) (music continues)

Shit, nigga, hell, you should know how to play cards.

(crowd chattering) - Here we go.

- Next time, motherfucker. - Yeah, next time.

Just like always, what the fuck they say, Jimmy?

Jimmy got killed in the storm.

(women laughing) (crowd chattering)

Well, I'm sorry y'all had to take them ass-whoopings

y'all off of us... (music continues)

But I don't know where else you thought it was going be.

I told y'all I'm the king of his house, it's my castle.

That's my queen, and we did not get dethroned today.

- That's all right, me and babe gonna be ready

for your ass next time, motherfucker.

- Ooh wait, that's my song! (music continues)

Come on, Jay, let's go dance. - Me, too, come on, Rodney.

- No, baby, I'm chilling, you go ahead.

You know I did a double shift.

- Listen, don't play with me,

unless you want to pick me up or something.

Come on. - You better get your ass up.

- You sure know how to get your way.

- Get your ass up, Rodney, come on.

- Lead the way. (music continues)

- Come on, Terry, let's go dance.

- I'm cool, I'm just gonna sit back

and watch your beautiful self dance.

Go on out there. - Come on, I wanna dance.

- Nah, I'm good. - Come on, Terry,

Jaylen and Jenny, they out there

cutting up on the dance floor.

We can't let them show us out in our own house.

- Baby, go out there and have a good time.

I'm just gonna stand right here

and watch your beautiful self dance.

(chair scraping) Go on out there.

With your big old titties. (music continues)

- Baby, go on, enjoy yourself.

- Jaylen, baby, I need a break.

I need a drink, I need a drink.

- All right, it's cool, it's cool.

(hands slapping) (music continues)

- What's up, I'll dance with you.

Your husband disappeared on you,

and Jenny drunk enough. - I'm not drunk.

- Nigga, I work 16 hours a day, I'm tired,

this my motherfucking house, I do whatever

the fuck I wanna do, so you do what you gotta do.

(music continues) - Look, you win,

can't I dance with you wife? - Go right ahead.

Baby, cut that nigga, show him how easy it is.

Hey, all right. (music continues)

Yo, what's the holdup? (music continues)

- Jaylen's never home, when I say never, I mean never.

Sometimes I feel like I live by myself.

- Well, one thing for sure, I know Jaylen,

I know he's a hard worker, he just gotta have a little time

just that balance between your home and your family.

Just stick with it, you'll be all right.

Hey, Jay, watch your hands on my wife, nigga.

- It's your wife, motherfucker,

why you ain't taking care of business?

- What the fuck you just say? - You heard me, motherfucker.

- Jay, stop. - Chill, man, chill.

- Y'all, come on, we trying to have a good time.

- Hey, man, you tripping, fuck him.

- Hey, man, chill, Jay, Jay, chill, man.

- No, say that shit one more time

so I can whoop your motherfucking ass, nigga.

Fuck Terry, motherfucker - (crowd chattering)

- Come on, man, what's up?

- Get your pussy-whipped ass up, man.

- [Terry] Say what? - Oh, it's time to go.

Come on, baby, let's hit the door.

- All right, y'all, it was fun while it lasted, bye, y'all.

- No, nigga, say that shit again

so I can whoop your motherfucking ass.

- Yo, man, chill, chill, chill, it's my fault.

- [Jen] Babe, why you acting like this?

- It's my fault, man, look,

I wasn't disrespecting your house.

I wasn't disrespecting my wife or your wife, bro, damn.

You just too tense, chill out, bro, damn.

Look, turn this shit up, man. (music continues)

Hey, if y'all ready to jam, say I am.

(women cheering) (all laughing)

- [Terry] Jam, my ass. (music continues)

Hey, nigga, get your motherfucking hands

off my motherfucking wife, nigga.

What the fuck wrong with you? - What wrong with you?

Leave me the fuck alone. - Jaylen, no, no.

- Nigga, as a matter fact, you get your motherfuck -

this party over, everybody, get y'all motherfucking ass out.

Right now, goddamn it. - Fuck you, nigga.

- No, Jaylen! - No, no!

- You're drunk, baby, let's go.

- Jen, get the fuck outta my way.

- Fuck you, man. - Damn, bitch,

you supposed to be scared, motherfucker.

- Come on. (crowd shouting)

- [Jay] Let you talk to me like that, like I'm a bitch?

- Bitch, you gonna take your ass

out of my motherfucking house.

- [Jay] Hell, no. - Daddy, what's going on?

I wanna know. (crowd shouting)

- [Terry] Get your motherfucking ass

out of my goddamn house now. - Baby, let's go.

(loud shouting) Baby, let's just go,

let's just go, let's just go. - Quit hollering at her.

- Shut the hell up! (both shouting)

- What you hollering at me for?

That nigga pulled a gun on my goddamn head!

What the fuck going on? - Oh, stop!

- [Jay] It was your problem first, motherfucker!

- [Jen] Let's just go. - Daddy, what's going on?

- Ain't nothing going on. - Oh, god.

Baby, get your little ass back in your room!

- Quit hollering at her. - [Jen] Don't holler at her,

she ain't did nothing wrong, Linda.

- Shut the hell up, go have a damn child!

(all shouting) - We just gonna leave.

- Just call me, Jen! - [Jen] Let's go.

- Y'all get that motherfucker outta my door right now.

- [Jay] I'll see you around. - Yeah, you will, you will.

Take that nigga on out my motherfucking door.

- Jenny, call me, baby, come on, let go!

- You gonna let that nigga shoot me.

- No, stop, damn! - Fuck him.

Hell, you taking off with that nigga.

That nigga put a gun up to my goddamn head.

And you sitting here coming at me.

Get your ass on somewhere before I shoot your ass.

(melancholy music) - This your fault,

this happened, he think I'm jealous of you.

My own flesh and blood. (music continues)

Well, maybe I am, you destroyed everything.

My marriage, I was happy. (music continues)

If it wasn't for you, I would have a happy marriage.

(music continues) He would see me.

You know what, y'all are stressing me out.

I need something to calm my nerves. (sighs)

(music continues) (door opens)

- Mama, what you doing? (music continues)

- Get out of here, shit, can't I have some privacy?

(music continues)

- Linda, Linda.

What the hell is you doing in front of my baby girl?

You back on that motherfucking shit?

- Baby girl, baby girl? - Oh, come on.

- Is that all I hear, baby girl?

What about your fucking wife, don't that matter, too?

- Right now, my motherfucking wife

looking like a crackhead bitch, the fuck you mean?

I can't believe you back on this shit.

Come on, baby girl. - Fuck you, Terry.

- [Terry] Fuck you, Linda! - This motherfucker.

- [Terry] Crackhead motherfucker, hell.

Tainted ass. (music continues)

(scoffs) Come on, Desi, let's go.

We've gotta get out of here, come on.

- Fuck that motherfucker. (sniffs)

(music continues) (Linda sighs)

(loud rap music) * Shit

* You know what I'm talking about

* We've been doing this

- That should be really nice. (music continues)

Let me give you a call back. (music fades)

Desi, is that you? - Do I know you?

It's Jenny, girl, me and your mom

used to be really close back in the day.

You've grown into a beautiful young lady.

- Thank you. - Oh, man.

I can't believe you don't remember who I am.

Me and my husband Jaylen used to be at your house

every Friday night for fish night and card games.

- I do kind of remember you and your husband.

I remember he was kind of loud.

- (snickers) Girl, well, Desi, it was good seeing you.

I gotta get on outta here. - You, too.

Let me give you my number. - Okay.

Now don't hesitate to call me.

I mean for anything, okay? - Mm-hmm.

- Now look at me like I'm your auntie.

- All right, I'll keep that in mind.

- Okay, you ladies have fun, all right?

- You, too. - Okay.

(footsteps crunching) Ooh, I like those.

Oh yeah, she should like those, those ones are cute.

- Let's go to the basketball court.

- Okay, it's way too hot out here

to be standing here doing nothing.

- Right, I'm going to the mall later.

- Me, too. - What up, Desi?

- You, what's up? - Desi, cat got your tongue?

Nah, nigga, I just don't feel like talking.

- Huh, you better watch who you talking to.

- Whatever, I ain't got time.

But you come at me, I got time today.

- Girl, girl, chill. - Dang, you a little feisty.

I'm sorry if I came at you wrong.

I'm sorry, look, I'm digging you.

- Hey Kylie, can you put your number in my phone?

- I guess. - Desi, you got a boyfriend?

- If I did, I wouldn't be here talking to you.

- Know that he might be a loser, then you need

to come mess with a real one like me.

- Whatever, keep dreaming. - Desi,

you need to go on and hook up with Jonathan.

Yeah. - Girl, I'm good.

- Better listen to your friend.

- First of all, as long as my name is Desi,

I can think for myself. - As you should.

Desi, you got a boyfriend? - Like, what you want?

- Boy, back the fuck up off my daughter!

You just gonna let this nigga disrespect you?

You dumber than I thought! - I wasn't doing anything.

- I don't wanna hear it, 'cause I already told you

if you get pregnant, I ain't taking care

of no nappy-head-ass baby. - I ain't do nothing.

You always blaming me and putting me up.

- You never disrespect me. - I'm sick of this shit.

- (low) Don't you ever cuss me out.

I will whoop the fuck out of you!

Take your ass home! (birds chirping)

Bring your motherfucking ass home!

Get your ass on! - [Desi] Please, mama,

(crying) I'm sorry. - [Linda] Sorry, hell!

(door slamming) (somber music)

- Please, mama, I'm sorry. - [Terry] What in the hell?

- You'll be sorry all your motherfucking life!

Get the fuck in your room. - [Terry] Desi,

what's going on? - Desi, what the fuck?

That's all you say is motherfucking Desi?

What the fuck am I, a motherfucking ghost?

- Linda, I'm just trying to figure out

what the hell is going on. (music continues)

You always hollering and mad at the child.

I'm not finna let you mentally abuse my child.

(music continues) - Her, her?

- Yeah, her. - Her?

- Damn right, her. - What about mine, though?

What about me, shit, I'm your motherfucking wife!

(music continues) - You know what?

You sound like a motherfucking child.

You is a grown woman, you got issues.

I told you long time ago that your ass

needed some help, but you decided

not to get no motherfucking help.

(music continues) Your ass is crazy.

- Issues? - Damn right, issues.

- Issues? - Issues.

- Motherfucker, I'm broken like a piece of glass.

My motherfucking mama... (music continues)

(stammering) I love my motherfucking mama.

All I wanted was love from my mama.

My daddy, he mentally abused me every motherfucking day.

One day, my daddy came home and beat the fuck outta me

with a goddamn extension cord

because the goddamn lights was off.

Talking about I'm running up his damn light bill.

So you know what, if I'm motherfucking mentally disturbed,

guess what, who gives a motherfuck?

- You think you the only motherfucker

that got whooped with a damn extension cord?

- Man, shut the fuck up, guess what, guess what?

Guess what, that shit messed me up.

I'm good, motherfucker. (music continues)

- Shit, I try to show you love, but you know what,

it's hard as hell to love your ass.

The way you treat your own daughter.

I swear it's hard to love you.

I don't know what the fuck going on, your ass is crazy.

- The only motherfucking love I remember

was when we first got married, you sh -

You made me feel secure and complete.

(music continues) Then I fucking had Desi,

and all that shit went out the motherfucking window.

When was the last time you kissed me?

When the last time you made love to me?

What, what, I can't hear you. (music continues)

You silent, ain't you, Terry? (music continues)

Cat got your motherfucking tongue.

- Hell no, cat ain't got my motherfucking tongue.

I tried to love you, hell, I stood by you.

(music continues) Motherfucker,

I need to ask you, what about me, goddamn it?

Hell, I was stood by you when you was on drugs,

then you fucking my friend and shit.

You think I forgot about that, don't you?

I still to this day, I feel in my motherfucking gut,

that you and Jay fucking around.

(Linda chuckling) Shit funny?

- [Linda] It's funny to me. - I know it.

But I'm telling the motherfucking truth, and it ain't fair.

Swear it's not fair, 'cause you know what?

I work hard every motherfucking day,

16 hours a motherfucking day, so you and Desi

come in here and live comfortably.

(music continues) But you know what?

Forgive me if I was too tired after 16 hour days

to come home and fuck you. (music continues)

But you know what, that's all right.

(music continues) - Fuck you, Terry.

- Fuck you, Linda. (music continues)

Hell, and with that being said, what about me, Linda?

(music continues) What the fuck about me?

You don't do shit around here.

You don't cook, you don't clean.

You leave that shit for Desi to do.

Your ass be up in there sleep. - Really?

- And make Desi do all the goddamn work.

- Really, so we gonna go there, huh?

- Damn right, we gonna go there.

- We gonna go there. - Damn right,

we gonna go there, shit. - Fuck you.

- It is what it is, fuck you. (music continues)

- You know what, I don't need this shit.

I need me some air, I'm gonna get the fuck up outta here.

Where my purse is? - Linda,

You can't keep running away

from your motherfucking problems.

- [Linda] Fuck you, Terry. - Fuck you!

You oughta get tired of running.

(door slamming) (music continues)

- What's up? (loud rap music)

Yeah, yeah, I need a hit really bad.

These people in this house driving me crazy.

- Yeah, okay, okay, I'm on the way.

I got a spot, I got a spot, all right.

(rap music) - Good.

- I knew I could always count on you, thank you, baby.

- Who do you have to meet up with, Jayden?

- Nobody, that's one of my partners

from back in the day, you don't know him.

- You know I'm really trying to trust you.

- (scoffs) Damn, Jenny, that was over a year ago.

You gone forever hold that against me?

- You fucked my friend, and then you have

pictures in your phone, so excuse me

if I'm being a little insecure about it.

- Look, Jen, you don't have anything to worry about.

I promise you that, okay? - Yeah, that's what you say.

- That's what I know, all right?

- Yeah. - Man.

(loud rap continues)

- Can you please be on time? - Yes, baby, I got you.

I'm serious. - I'm serious, okay.

(gear shifting) - I'll see you later.

- All right, I'll see you later.

- Goodbye. (door slamming)

(gear shifting) (Jay sighs)

(loud traffic passing) - Hey, boo, you busy?

(loud traffic passing) I really need to talk.

Okay, well, girl it's about...

All right. (car engine starting)

All right. (purse rattling)

- There she come. (chuckling)

- There my baby. - What's up, baby?

What's up, what's up?

- What's going on? - How you been? (kissing)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

- What it is, I know, who that?

- Linda. - What?

- Look, we gonna have to talk.

It is going to have to be some shit

that's going to change with us today,

or me and Desi is gone, I'm not bullshitting.

- (sighs) Look, Terry, things ain't changed

in our marriage in all these years,

shit ain't going to change. (sighs)

Too late, bye. - Hello?

Don't you hang up that motherfucking phone, hello?

Dirty motherfucker. (sighs loudly)

- (scoffs) Man, that nigga a terrorist.

Still weak as hell after all these years?

- All I know, (laughs) it's getting on my nerves.

- Yeah, that must be your lucky day, then.

Mm-hmm. (Linda laughing)

- Damn it is my lucky day! - Take care of your hit.

- Thank you, baby. - You know I got you.

You know I got you. - Know how to take care of me.

- Always, always. - Thank you, thank you.

(both moaning) (somber music)

- Desi, come here. (music continues)

Me and you need to have a little talk.

- What about, did I do something?

Did mama tell you something? (music continues)

'Cause she seems to think that I'm screwing

every boy that walks by. - Well, are you?

- No, daddy, I'm not that type of girl.

I just have friends that are boys that I kick it with.

- Shit, no, maybe what I need to talk about it is your mom.

- What, are you gonna tell me how much she hates my guts?

(laughing) In her eyes, I'm nothing.

That woman never has a kind word to say to me.

- No, I mean... (music continues)

Probably 'cause she was brought up in a real

unhappy environment, I mean her mama mentally abused her,

her daddy mentally and physically abused her.

They never even told her that they loved her.

And that's why she just don't even know

how to show people love 'cause it was never shown to her.

- (scoffs) It's not fair. (music continues)

I didn't ask to be here.

It's not fair that she gets to treat me...

her only child, like crap. (music continues)

- Well, yeah, baby, I know it's not fair.

It's not fair to you.

And that's why I told her that we gonna have to have a talk,

'cause it's got to be some shit that's gonna change,

and it's going to change today.

I do not want my baby growing up

thinking that her mama don't love her.

(music continues) 'Cause you know you my baby.

You my sweetheart. (music continues)

You my Desi. (music continues)

(door knocking) Hold on, baby.

Let me see what this motherfucker doing.

(music continues) Who is it?

- [Jen] It's me, Terry. (door opening)

(screen door opening) - How you doing, come on in.

(door squeaking) - (sighs) I'm okay, I guess.

- Where that old weak-ass, punk-ass, hoe-ass husband?

Shit. (Jen laughing)

- That's kind of why I'm here.

But I don't wanna take up too much of your time.

I just wanted to talk to Linda.

- Oh, well, (scoffs) unfortunately, Linda not here.

I hate you made a blank trip. - Oh, no.

- Hey, Jenny. - Hey, Desi.

Do you mind if I talk to your dad for a moment?

- That's cool, I already know when adults talk,

kids don't need to be in grown folk's business.

- That's right. - That's my baby.

My baby's so smart, she's smart and pretty, ain't she?

- She is. - But what's up with you?

You look troubled, what's wrong?

- Oh, Terry, I think Jaylen cheating on me.

- Say what? - I mean, he's always gone.

He just came home the other night

smelling like another woman's perfume.

- Damn. - I mean, he's changed.

He's not the person that I'm used to.

I don't know, I just need to talk to Linda

because whenever I talk to Linda,

she just makes things right when it isn't.

- Well, I'm sorry, but Linda ain't here.

We got our own damn problems, we got to arguing and fussing

and hell, she left, I don't even know where the hell she is.

Ain't no telling. - Wow.

Well, I'm sure she just probably went to go calm the nerves.

She'll be back. - Shit.

Calm my nerves, my ass. (Jen laughing)

How she gonna do that? (Jen laughing)

You know her, hell, she ain't never coming.

- Oh, stop it, Terry. (door opening)

- Speak of the devil. - Jenny?

What the hell you doing here, what's up?

- Hey girl, I took a minute to come talk to you.

You look good, gimme a hug. (footsteps falling)

- What you wanna talk to me about?

- Um, what kind of perfume is that you got on?

It smell good. - I think it's called Daisies.

- Oh, okay, I'm gonna have to have Jaylen buy me some.

Smells really, really good. - Thank you, thank you.

- Well, you know what, tell Desi I say bye,

and I'll call you, talk to you later.

- Okay. - Okay?

- All right, Jenny, be cool out there now.

- All right. (door opening)

- All right, good seeing you. (door squeaking)

- All right, be careful. - [Jen] Okay, bye.

What the hell she want?

- Shit, she said, um, Jaylen cheating on her or something,

man, I don't even know. - Oh, hell, nah.

Jaylen crazy, he ain't that damn crazy.

He love his family. - Well, shit, you never know.

Hell, he could be. (Linda sighs)

Hold on, me and you sitting here talking,

you get to texting, who the fuck is you texting?

- Nobody. (Linda sighs)

Do I question you, so don't question me.

You getting on my motherfucking nerve.

- You just a evil black-ass woman, Lord have mercy.

God, (scoffs) can't even say nothing

to your black ass without you being smart.

(door opening) (door shutting)

- Oh, look who decided to come home.

- Jay, where have you been? (stammers)

Do you realize I just had to get a ride home from work?

- Oh, shit, baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I lost track of time, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Please forgive me. (Jen sighs)

Look, I'm gonna get yourself outta the car.

(door opening) (door creaking)

- I know this nigga cheating on me.

He smell just like a bitch perfume,

and that shit smell familiar.

Man, if I find out he is cheating on me,

I swear to God, I am... (purse rattling)

(sighs) I swear. (footsteps falling)

(purse drops) (body thuds)

(Desi speaking faintly) (footsteps falling)

(door opening) - Hey, girl.

- Girl, what took you so long?

- Oh, my gosh. (footsteps falling)

- (sighs) What's up, girl, I miss you.

- Girl, I missed you, too.

- Man, I was scared to come over.

Girl, you know your mama crazy.

- Girl, yeah, I know. - Did you get your tail beat?

Man, I was praying she ain't kill you.

- Dang, ain't I lucky to have a friend like you?

- Yes, you are, you know I keep it real.

Have you heard from Jonathan lately?

Girl, he is really feeling you.

- He don't have my number.

Anyways, my crazy mama probably messed that up

the way she embarrassed me in front of him.

What you been up to?

Girl, me and Ray Ray have been kicking it.

He came over the other day after school.

Girl, my mom was at work, she had to do a double.

- (scoffs) I know you ain't do what I think.

- Man, nah, nah, but we did kiss, though, he was so sweet.

We ended up losing track of time,

and, girl, I told him he had to go.

Girl, my mama was pulling up.

He had to go out the back door.

- Cali, you call my mama crazy.

Shoot, mess around and get caught.

Your mama gonna skin you and Ray Ray alive.

- Girl, I hear you, but the reason I came over

is 'cause someone wants to talk to you.

- Who? - You'll see.

(phone ringing) (phone humming)

- [Jonathan] Me. - Who is this?

- [Jonathan] You forgot about me already?

- Jonathan, is that you? - [Jonathan] What's up, girl?

I've been thinking about you every day

hoping to see you at the park, but you never came.

I was up here with your girl Cali at the park,

and I told her to call you on three-way.

- Really, now? - [Jonathan] Yeah, really.

I think you cute and I want you to be my girl.

- You are kind of cute.

- [Jonathan] You still didn't answer my question.

- Nigga, don't rush me, but to answer your question,

yes, I'll be your girl. - [Jonathan] Yes.

- I gotta go, have Cali give you my number

and text me yours, I'll call you later.

- [Jonathan] Okay, cool. (phone button presses)

- Cali, why you do that? - Girl, why are you so mean?

You know you like him. (Desi sighs)

Really, get it together. - No.

(door knocking) (footsteps falling)

(door opening) - Come on in,

you want something to drink?

We got water, Kool-aid, or my mama's most famous

ghetto sweet tea. - I'm good,

I think I'll just take some water.

- Okay, here you go. (fridge shutting)

Let's go to my room, I need to get these shoes

off of my feet. (footsteps falling)

- You know, Desi, we've been talking for a minute now.

I think it's time to take it up a notch.

- You wanna hear some music? - I'm good, it's up to you.

Desi, I think I love you. - I think I love you, too.

I can't believe that just happened.

- Me neither, Desi, I think I love you.

- Me, too. - I guess we official now.

- What you mean? - Your girl and Ray

been getting down, I'm surprised she ain't tell you.

- I hope this can stay between us.

We just started dating, and you know how people talk.

- Yeah, yeah, don't worry, I got you.

- Please don't tell anyone,

I want this to stay between me and you.

- Okay I will, don't worry, I got you.

(fabric rustling) - Crap, I hear a car,

it's probably my mama, you gotta go.

(footsteps falling) (door opening)

- Whoo, daddy, whoo, Desi! (footsteps falling)

I know she here, there her backpack.

Desi, where you at, you in your room?

Little miss thing in there asleep with her lazy ass.

(bags falling) Ooh, shit, this kitchen dirty.

Needs cleaning up. (chair scraping)

(bags rustling) - Hey, mama.

- Oh, lookie here, sleeping beauty done finally woke up.

- I must have fell asleep, I was a little tired.

- Well, get your ass in here and clean this kitchen up.

And also, I need you to empty all the garbages

because the people coming in the morning,

and your daddy gonna pull the garbage out.

- Okay, is it okay if I go to the party with Cali?

- Yeah, after you finish all those chores.

Now, lemme go take my shoes off.

- I got you. - [Linda] Shit. (sighs)

(rap music) - Hey, baby.

Can you go get me something to drink?

- Yeah, I got you, baby, I'll be right back.

- All right. (music continues)

(Jay sighs) (door slams)

(music continues)

Oh, okay. (music continues)

So I guess I see who is so-called friend is, it's Linda.

What the fuck. (music continues)

Man, I knew this bastard was cheating on me

with my fucking friend. (music continues)

Okay, yeah, I'm finna kill his ass and this bitch.

Let me call Terry and tell him what's going on.

(phone thuds) (purse rustling)

(music continues) (purse rustling)

(door opening) (music continues)

* All guys play games (they do)

* That's the way the ball rolls

* This chick and that chick (what)

* His heart black as coal (music continues)

(Jay groans) (door opening)

I gotta cut, sorry. (music continues)

- Hey, babe, I got your drink right here.

Hey, you know, I was thinking, you know,

go home, get out this heat, then you change,

go to the party, then we'll go to the park, all right?

- Mm-hmm. - (laugh) You all right, babe?

- Yeah, I'm fine. (music continues)

- You sure, you kinda scaring me.

- I'm cool. - All right, all right.

You ready? - Mm-hmm.

(music continues) - What the hell?

This girl ain't did her damn chores.

Hasn't even take this damn garbage out like I told her.

Shit. (bag rustling)

What the fuck?

I know goddamn well this little bitch

ain't been fucking in my house.

I can't wait to fuck her up, this motherfucker.

- What's up, Cali, what's up, Nina?

- You, so I heard. - You heard what?

- I heard from Ray Ray that you and Jonathan

went back to your house after school today.

- No, we didn't, who told you that?

- Baby, that came from the horse's mouth.

I was with Ray Ray, and he had Jonathan on speaker.

He called right when he left your house.

Girl, he told everything, and I think

the whole football team knows, too, because Ray Ray

was getting ready to leave from football practice.

- I can't believe it, I trusted him.

- [Ray Ray] Hey, Cali, hey, Desi.

- Hey, Ray Ray. (footsteps falling)

- Desi, he's speaking to you, girl.

- What it do, y'all? - Hey, Jonathan.

- Desi, cat got your tongue?

- I have nothing to say to you, liar.

- What you talking about?

- You told Ray Ray that we had sex?

- I'm sorry. - Nigga, you ain't sorry.

(crying) Now everybody probably knows.

I knew I shouldn't have trusted you, I hate you.

- But Desi, it wasn't my fault.

- What the fuck is this? (both struggling)

(shouting) What the fuck is this?

- Is that Desi? - Fuck yeah, I think that is.

Ain't that Linda? - Oh my god,

I'm so glad you said come over here, come on.

(Linda shouting) - Wait, hold on.

- No, I'm about to go see what the -

Hey, hey, hey, Linda, what's going on, Linda?

What you doing? - Shit.

(door slams) Hey, hey, hey.

- (crying) Mama. - You nasty little bitch.

I oughta shoot your motherfucking ass right now!

(all shouting) - Please don't shoot me!

- Linda, why you got that gun in her face?

- Where the hell you come from?

- I was in the parking lot parking.

- You nasty little motherfuckers come back to my house,

and I'll shoot your motherfucking ass!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

What the fuck going on, what you doing?

- These nasty little motherfuckers in my house,

they gonna find some lead in they motherfucking ass!

- Come on, how the hell you know that?

- I found this damn condom in my house!

- All right, look, chill, chill, damn.

- Chill, my ass! - You doing too much.

- (shout echoing) What the fuck?

When you get a motherfucking child,

then you'll tell them what the fuck to do.

Until then, this my motherfucking daughter.

- That ain't no reason to put no gun in her face.

- Fuck you! (Desi crying)

Give me my motherfucking child.

Your dad gonna find out today.

- (crying) Mama! - Let it go, Jen,

let it go, let it go, let it go.

- (crying) Please. - I got you, bitch.

- We don't have time for drama, go, come on, come on.

- Man, I feel so bad for Desi.

This is so embarrassing. - I'm sorry I didn't...

I didn't expect things to happen like that.

Her mom is crazy. - Why didn't you flush it?

- Burn it. - Do something.

You just left it in the trash? - I'm sorry.

- Oh my god. - You messed up, brother.

- Man, come on. (footsteps crunching)

- Get your ass in the house. (footstep thuds)

Terry, where the fuck you at, Terry?

- (crying) Mama, please don't tell my daddy.

- Oh, Terry 'bout to find out today!

Miss thing ain't nothing but a damn hoe!

Terry, where the fuck you are, Terry?

- Hey, hey, hey, what the hell going on?

- I found a condom in her damn garbage can!

- Oh no, Desi, tell me it ain't so.

- "Oh, no, Desi," you ought to beat her motherfucking ass!

- I ain't finna beat her, and you ain't finna beat her

with that motherfucking extension cord either,

with your crazy ass. - I'm finna grab this

motherfucking extension cord, and I'll

whoop your motherfucking head! - No, you ain't.

- [Linda] Motherfucking ass,

I found a fucking condom in her goddamn garbage can!

I'm gonna beat her motherfucking ass today,

she gonna learn today! (Desi crying)

(door shutting) - Mama! (crying)

(cord whipping) - I've fucking had it

with your motherfucking ass, quit moving, goddamn it!

- [Terry] You better not be using that extension cord -

(cord whipping) - Crying with your

motherfucking ass, you gonna learn to-motherfucking-day!

Don't fuck with me, little girl!

(cord whipping) (Desi crying)

What the fuck you looking at?

(somber music) - [Terry] Shit.

Desi, why, Desi? (music continues)

- Daddy, I'm sorry. (music continues)

- You hear me talking to you, Desi, why?

I mean, not only did you disrespect yourself,

you disrespected our house, baby.

- I know, daddy, I feel like a fool.

I messed up, and everybody knows I slept with him

because he ran his stupid mouth.

(crying) I trusted him. - See, baby...

you can tell when somebody really love you by their actions.

(music continues) - How would I know?

- You'll feel it right here, baby.

You'll feel it right there in your gut.

When something ain't right,

you ain't gonna feel right about it.

- I think I felt that gut feeling

when Jonathan asked to come over.

I should've listened to it. - Well, baby, live and learn.

It's just a lesson in life that you gotta learn now.

Now, you know I love you. - I love you, too, daddy.

(music continues) - [Linda] What the fuck?

(music continues) Ain't nothing that stops you,

you always kiss her motherfucking ass.

(music continues) - [Terry] Linda.

Your extra motherfucking ass, sit down, goddamn it.

(music continues) (fabric rustling)

(music continues) - Desi!

Desi, better get your ass in here for school

'cause you damn sure better not miss that bus.

And you did right to wear them long pants

'cause with them whips on your leg,

I don't need nobody calling my phone in my business.

Well, damn, you looking at me like that?

The little bitch coulda said bye. (scoffs)

(cup thuds) (chewing loudly)

(Terry coughing) (Terry muttering)

- Linda. (tears banana forcefully)

- Terry. (footstep falling)

- I see the way, the hell this going.

- I don't, I ain't finna deal with this shit right now.

- Hmm. - Hmm, my ass.

(door slams) (Linda scoffs)

- Motherfuckers. (chewing loudly)

(exhaling loudly) Damn.

There ain't shit on this TV. (sighs)

I'm so tired of watching these goddamn lot lizards.

I done watched this movie five times.

I'm sick of them hoes, I'm ready to have some fun.

Let me call Jaylen. (groans)

- Let me check my heartbeat. (phone ringing)

- Yello? - What's up, baby?

- Oh, hey, Mr. Johnson, how you doing?

- Can you talk? - Oh yeah, yeah.

I'll be happy to help, yeah, you know,

You know I stay there at the park now.

- Ah, your bitch must be in your face.

Well, call me when you can talk.

- Oh yeah, I sure will, okay, I'll see you soon,

Mr. Johnson, all right, bye. - Bye.

- So who is that and where do you have to go?

- Oh, that's Mr. Johnson, you remember

the old man from church? - Yeah, I remember him,

but we haven't been to church in a year.

Oh yeah, I know, but he just called me out the blue,

said he need some painting around the house,

so I'm going to go help him out,

since he had that bad back and all,

can't stand too long, that's all.

- Okay, so when are you going?

- Well, since I'm not doing much,

I guess I'll go on and get up out of here now.

- Well, I mean, I thought we was gonna spend

some time together, you know, that's something

we don't do anymore, spend any quality time, right?

- I know, babe, I got you, soon as we get back.

- That's okay, no, I'll just go with you.

- No, no, you chill, chill.

Jenny, you don't gotta do all that.

I'll be right back. - See, you know what?

Fuck you Jay, you know, this is why I don't trust you.

- No, I'm gonna let you feel that way.

All right, whatever, I'll be back.

(door closing) - Oh, Jesus.

This man making a fool of me. (machine whirring)

You know what, go see Linda. (objects rattling)

(machine beeps) (footsteps falling)

- Shit. (couch rustling)

Damn, there ain't shit on this TV.

I'm watching this lot lizards five times.

I'm tired of watching them hoes.

(groans) Hey, baby. - (chuckles) What's up, baby?

- I'm bored, can you come see me?

- Hold up, where Terry at? (birds chirping)

(scoffs) Okay, say no more, I'm on the way.

(couch rustling) (Linda groans)

(door knocking) - Oh, that's my baby.

Hey, baby. - Hey, what's going on?

What's going on? - Welcome.

- These are for you. - Thank you,

thank you - thank you - thank you.

- How you doing? - Good, you want a drink?

- Yeah, I can use something to calm my nerves.

- Come on in. - Damn, got me on

this man's house and shit.

- Well, we've been messing around for years

and ain't never got caught. - (scoffs) Yeah, you right.

But, you know, I'm still upset

that you killed our baby and all that.

- Boy, we can't have a baby together.

We would've destroyed our marriage.

- (scoffs) Yeah, I know, I'm just still hurt.

Hell, it's not like Jenny asking, "gimme a kid."

- (laughs) Boy, you crazy. - (scoffs) Yeah, about you.

- We can't have a baby, we would've destroyed our marriages.

- So you wasn't saying that all these years

we were messing around and I was getting you high,

you wasn't think about your family then?

- Whatever, whatever, you know what?

Let's just enjoy this time we have together.

- All right, you right, 'cause I sure didn't come to talk.

(Jay moaning) (both kissing)

- Let's finish this in the bedroom.

(footsteps falling) - Damn.

(Linda gasps) (Jay moans)

(both moaning and kissing)

Damn, man, (chuckles) goddamn. (fabric rustling)

Oh, shit, it's been fun and all,

but I guess I gotta get my ass home

before Jenny nagging ass start to get suspicious.

(door creaking) - Linda?

(door shutting) Linda.

(footsteps falling) (floor creaking)

- And I need to get up and take a hot bath

and gimme something to drink.

- Hot bath? - Yes, yes.

- Goddamn, you're lucky I gotta leave,

I'd be all up in that ass. - Okay.

- And we about to make another baby.

- Mm-hmm. - A baby?

- So you fucking my friend? - Whoa, whoa, (stammering)

where you come from? - And you had a baby?

By my husband? - Jen, it ain't what you think

Jen - - What you mean,

it ain't what I think? - Calm down.

Where you hear something about a baby,

what are you talking about?

I know exactly what the fuck I heard.

How long you been fucking my husband, Linda?

I'm gonna ask you one more time.

How long you been fucking my husband, Linda?

- For years, is that what you want to hear?

- You (stammers) you bitch! (both struggling)

- Hey, hey! - Get the fuck on!

- Hold on, hold on, hold on. - Get this bitch out my house!

- Goddamn it, first of all, why the fuck is this nigga

in my goddamn house? - I invited him.

- Number two, I know I just didn't hear what I just heard,

Linda, what the fuck is she talking about?

You've been cheating on me for motherfucking years?

- And she got herself pregnant by his ass.

- Years, with Jaylen? - Chill, man.

I'm sorry, man. - She got -

Oh, tell me this shit ain't true.

- No, man. - Tell me this

motherfucking shit ain't true.

- All of a sudden, we living a motherfucking nightmare.

That's what the fuck going on right now.

Jay, you ain't shit. - Oh, hell no, you know what?

I'm finna kill every motherfucker in here.

- Wait, chill, man, we cool, man, chill, man.

- Hell, no, fuck that, nigga. - Oh, come on.

(dramatic music) (both struggling)

- Stop, no! (gunshot fires)

No! - [Jen] Oh my god.

- Nigga, I told you I was gonna kill your motherfucking ass,

nigga, fucking with my wife. (gunshot fires)

(somber dramatic music) - Oh my god.

Oh my god. - Terry!

I didn't mean to, I promise I did not mean to,

I did not mean to do that! - [Jay] What the fuck?

- [Jen] Oh my god. - What's wrong with my daddy?

(music continues) - She just shot your dad.

- Baby, I know what you think, I caught your mom

and my husband cheating, I swear it's not what you think.

- Is this true, mama? - They were fighting,

I was trying to shoot Jay, I promise, I promise.

- Is this true? (music continues)

- Yes, we were having an affair.

- I hate you, you're nothing to me, you're not my mama.

(all crying) (music continues)

- Desi, Desi, hey, baby, hey. (music continues)

Come do mama a favor. I have a friend I want you to meet.

Come on, he a real good guy, come on.

Come on, I need you to meet this guy, come on, baby.

We got bills to pay, he gonna take care of us, come on.

You done spent all the insurance money?

What, what the hell? (music continues)

Whatever the hell I do with my money,

that ain't got nothing to do you.

You don't worry about how I spend my motherfucking money.

Shit, (sniffs) fuck that. (music continues)

Baby, mama's sorry, I'm sorry, I gotta think about

what I did, come on, come on, Desi.

Do it for me, come on, we got bills, baby.

(music continues) - I hate you.

- Do it for your dad. (music continues)

- Mama, I'm about to go meet up with Jack.

(music continues) Mama, I'm about to go meet...

Cali? (music continues)

Uh, mama, mama. (music continues)

It was time for it. (music continues)

- What your fine ass doing out here by yourself?

That man need his ass whoop, why you out here by yourself?

- My man? - Yeah, your man.

- I ain't got no man, what about your chicks?

'Cause I ain't got time for no baby mamas running up on me.

- Don't worry about no baby mama, I take care of mine, baby.

Let me take care of you. - Boy, you got game.

You don't want none of this. - Yes, the fuck I do.

- Fucking with me, you gonna be sprung.

- I like that, you cocky as hell. (chuckles)

Come on, come on with me, let's go up to the room.

Why you all the way over there, come over here.

What, you nervous? - Yeah, a little bit.

- I got something to get that off of you.

- And what's this? - It's a little something

something, keep you calm, calm you down, you know?

Put you in your zone. - How you do it?

- I'm finna show you, take your pinkie...

just a little bit, now, don't hurt yourself.

- If you say so. - Mm-hmm.

- Why does it burn? - Yeah, it's supposed to.

That gonna kick in, you like that?

- Yeah, that's some good shit.

- Mm-hmm, how it making you feel?

- I feel good. - I bet you do.

You ready for me? - I'm always ready for you.

(both moaning) Oh, baby.

- Damn, baby, that was good.

Have to give you something after that one.

- What you got for me?

- I got a little something for you, I'll take care of you

so I can buy you some clothes and shit.

- I can get used to this. - I bet you can.

But check this out, I'm finna get ready

to get up outta here, go hit the shower real quick.

- Okay. (footsteps falling)

$300, he got me fucked up. (bag rustling)

This more like it, let me get my phone.

(water running) - Yeah.

(scoffs) Yeah, girl, I... (couch rustling)

Desi, where you at? (fabric rustling)

Where the fuck she at? (bag rustling)

What the fuck, this bitch done took my money.

Oh, hell, I'm gonna kill that bitch.

(jacket rustling) (door opening)

- Desi, where you been, I've been calling you,

why you ain't answer your phone?

- I been busy. - Bitch, you ain't got no job.

Busy doing what? - Nothing, what's up?

- Let's go out tonight. - Nah, I'm straight on that.

I think I'm gonna get me a room and chill.

- How you getting a room? - Bitch, I got money.

- Man, I don't even wanna know how you got that money.

- And you don't need to know.

If my daddy was alive, I wouldn't be living like this.

- Your daddy was crazy about you, I wish I knew my daddy.

That nigga was gone before I even turned two.

Why don't you call your mama? - My mama?

Fuck her, she the reason why my daddy dead.

Then tried selling me to her boyfriends

after she used up all daddy's insurance money.

What type of mother does that?

When she died, I ain't give no fuck.

- Damn, that is fucked up, and I'm glad you made it

outta this situation, but I'm so sorry you lost

both of your parents. - Thanks.

- Damn, who was that blowing you up?

- Nobody I wanna talk to.

- (scoffs) Whoever it is, they sure wanna talk to you.

- Look, if it ain't about no money,

we ain't got shit to talk about.

- Shit, I feel you on that, oh, my battery low.

Let me borrow your phone. - Here, I'll catch you later.

- Okay, cool. (sighs)

- Kelly, young Kelly, what's going on, how you been?

- I've been good. - Yeah, it's been a minute.

- Yeah. - (clicks tongue) So, uh...

You talk to Desi lately?

'Cause, boy, I know if I seen you, I'll see Desi.

Y'all like two peas in the pod.

- Desi, shit, I don't know. - (clicks tongue) Oh, okay.

Well, I was just looking for her, you know.

Since she lost her mama, she ain't got much family left.

I was just worried about her, that's all.

- I bet you have been.

Look, even if I did know where Desi was, I wouldn't tell you

- What the fuck that supposed to mean?

I'm the closest thing to family she got.

- (groaning quietly) All right.

- Smart mouth ass motherfucker.

- Yeah, well, if I see Desi, I might give her your message.

- Thank you, and that's all I ask.

- All right. (footsteps falling)

Damn, that nigga still crazy.

That's the reason that damn girl daddy gone.

- See, I'm glad you still here, I forgot my phone.

- Here, get this phone, it's been ringing off the hook.

- Yeah, it ain't nobody important.

- Yeah. (phone buttons pressing)

- Yo, Desi, don't act like you don't know me.

It's me, uncle Jay. - I know who you are,

and you ain't my uncle. (Jay scoffs)

You the reason why my daddy got killed,

'cause your wife's trying to shoot at you

and my trifling mother for sleeping around with each other.

- Look... - So, yeah, I know who you is.

- All right, look, I ain't mean

for things to go down like that, you gotta believe me.

Yeah, me and your mama was wrong,

but I'm just trying to make things right, can I do that?

- Nowadays, I don't know who to trust.

- You can trust this. (bills fluttering)

Take this, and the smoke where that came from.

- She don't need your money. - Look, if you looking

for something in return, I ain't got no money.

All I got is pussy. - Desi, what do you mean?

You gonna regret taking money from that man.

- You got this kind of money just to give away?

- Yeah, and the smoke where that came from, babe.

- Well thanks for the bread. - I'm telling you, if you take

that money, it's gonna come with some consequences.

- Look, give me your number, all right?

And just hit me up later, all right?

Anything, I owe you, all right?

And I got you. - Thank you!

(scoffs) Desi, I do not trust him.

You shouldn't have took that money from him.

(rap music) - Damn, Desi, we need to find

a way to get some money because that money

ain't gonna last long. - Yeah, you right about that.

- Hey, what's that paper say by your foot?

- Evidently, it's not important, it's on the ground.

- Hey, move, with your bougie ass, damn.

- What it say? - It's a contest.

They looking for strippers. - You're so damn dramatic.

- Anyway, it pays $1,000 and a job included.

Yeah, we about to get this money.

Look, we can get us an apartment, get off the streets.

I'm tired of sleeping with niggas just to get a hot bath.

Even if it is at a sleazy motel.

We finna come up. (music continues)

- Me and you have been girls since high school.

And we have been struggling. (music continues)

It's best that we get going together.

- Yeah, that's why you my girl,

that's why you my girl. (shrieking)

(music continues)

- Should be seeing some women

come through the door real soon, y'all.

- Yeah, I already got everything set up, man.

Trina, we gonna go over there and sign these ladies up,

and I hope they bring they A game

'cause we really need some new women in this club.

- Right. - Well, if not,

we're gonna have to close the club down, y'all.

All right, well, y'all go ahead

and go over there and get set up,

I'm going go behind the bar, make sure everything good.

We should be starting shortly, soon.

- Damn. - Hey, how you doing?

- Hey, how you doing? - You here for the contest?

- I am, where you need the big booty bitches at?

- (chuckles) What's your name?

- Ebony. - Ebony, all right.

Well, you wanna go over to that table over there

where Jay is at and she'll get you signed up.

Okay. - All right, good luck to you.

- You, too, damn. (humming) - Damn.

- Okay. - Yeah, we gonna win.

- Hello, are you two beautiful ladies here for the contest?

- Yes, we here to win that thousand. (snaps)

- All right, I love the enthusiasm,

all right. - So where do we sign up?

- Well, you see Jay over there with the black hair?

Go ahead, go ahead over to her.

She'll get you all signed up. - Okay.

- Okay. - Bam, bam. (snapping)

Yes, hey! - You the boss?

You look like a boss. - I'm not, actually.

Jay runs the club, I'm the owner.

- Hey. (snapping) - Hey,

you here for the audition? - I am.

- Okay, here, fill this out, put your legal name

and the name you want to be called.

- Girl, I know this might sound stupid,

but what's a legal name?

And you want me to make up a fake name?

- Jay, this bitch is slow. - Oh my God, are you serious?

Your legal name is the name your mama gave you,

and make up a stage name. - (laughing) Oh!

You coulda said that, and I got your slow.

- Girl, whatever. (pen scratching)

- Oh you forgot something. (pen scratching)

- Hmm, call me Storm. (pen drops)

- Okay, so you is the boss.

- Yeah, a little something something.

You kind of cute, too. - Okay, you cute, too,

what's up? - You know, just a little

something something, just hoping that you win this contest.

- I'm hoping, too. - [Skyler] Yeah.

- And win you, too.

- Girl, why is Skyler over there in her face?

- Uh, Skyler, is there a problem?

Why is she still over there in your face?

- Jay, calm down, you gonna scare off the talent.

- Look, if you over here for this contest,

you need to come over here and fill out this application.

- Look, go over there, take what you gotta do, we'll talk.

- Okay. - All right.

- You here for the contest? - Yes.

- Here, you need to fill out this application.

Fill out your legal name and make up a name

you wanna be called by. - Okay.

(Jay sighs) (both muttering quietly)

Cali, I don't like that bitch, she got an attitude.

She wonder why they ain't got no workers.

- Girl, fuck her and her ghetto-ass friend.

We here to get this money. - Yeah, you right.

Let's get this money. - Yeah.

- What's going on, man? - Welcome in, gentlemen,

how y'all doing tonight? - What's up, what's up?

- Find you a place, gentlemen, find your place.

Can I get y'all something to drink?

- Yeah. - Yeah,

lemme check one of those Coronas out, man.

- I got you, I got you, I got you.

- Man, what's popping in here tonight, what y'all got going?

We gentlemen, y'all in luck for this evening.

Tonight, we do have auditioning night.

- Okay. - Damn.

They're actually about to come up on stage now.

(men chuckling) Here go your drinks.

- Yeah. - There we go, gentlemen.

- I appreciate it. - No problem,

y'all enjoy the show, all right?

Y'all lemme know if you need anything.

- Y'all ready to start auditions, ladies?

Can I get my first contestant?

Katrina Lewis, AKA Ebony. (crowd cheering)

* Money, talk, talk, won't shut up

* Some my money's on a pallet, I'm counting my money

* Packer's on floor, in my piece that

* But I ain't from Georgia

* Do the spread, chop, screenshot, record

* Bringing on my name 'cause they adore me

* New kicks on my feet, Christian, Dior me

* I ain't gotta light 'cause I'm a sport

* Taking chills to my teeth, they like it, I love it

* They say they dumb lucky, I told them

(crowd cheering) (music continues)

- Okay, I need my next contestant to the stage,

California Lewis, AKA Storm! (music continues)

* Bam, got their hands out

* I don't do no handout

* Bands on my hands, now

* Getting on your fans, now

* Spin it right, get it right

* Making it fast, now

* Can't get my cell phone, this bitch with the handgun

* Honeys, they fakers, all in my space now

* Do what I want, don't depend on no man, now

* I'm a big place, I'm standing on it

* I'm so turnt and the bankers

* For placing those straighteners

* I needed money, counter,

* don't blame it on me for this money

(crowd cheering) (music continues)

Okay, can I get my last and final contestant to the stage,

Desi Smith, AKA Fancy. (crowd cheering)

(loud cheering continues) (music continues)

* Whenever I want

* Don't mean to break, but I'm living like that

* I hit the floor like two chilis

* I can afford some new titties

* But I can't afford to be friendly

* I can't afford no new Bentley

* You can't afford to hang with me

* I'm flipping this money, cartwheels

(loud cheering) (music continues)

Okay, I wanna thank you all

for coming out today for this contest.

If you are the grand prize winner, you'll be given

a phone call, so make sure you have your correct

phone number on the paper, on your application.

If you don't win the contest, you will still be able

to get an opportunity to work in this club.

And I thank you guys for coming out.

- Will you be doing the calling or him?

- Really? - What difference does it make

- I'm just saying. - Look, ladies...

Desi, just answer your phone when we call it.

That simple. - Okay, Skyler.

If you say so, I'll be waiting for you to call.

- Jay, you just gonna let her disrespect you like that?

- Don't worry, I got my eye on her.

- Well if it was me, I'd have one eye on her ass

and one eye on his ass, too. - Will you shut up?

- Really? (footsteps falling)

- Skyler, I do not like that bitch.

- Jay, will you calm down?

These new, this new crew we got coming,

it's gonna keep this damn place open.

- Look, she just rubbed me the wrong way.

- Look, baby, you ain't got nothing

that you gotta worry about, all right?

Why don't we go out there and get some food, huh?

- I guess. - (kisses) All right.

(door opening) (automobiles passing)

- You think we gonna win that money?

- I hope we do, girl. (automobiles passing)

Oh, shit, I left my robe. - Oh.

You need me to go back in there with you?

- Nah, I'm good, I'll just go grab it

and I'll meet you back at the crib.

- All right, hit me up. - All right.

(bottles clinking) (door creaking)

- [Desi] Hello, is anyone in here?

- Hey, what's going on, what are you doing here?

Didn't nobody make any calls?

- Oh, I may, expect I left my shirt.

I'm gonna get it, and I'll be out your way.

- All right. (footsteps falling)

(bottles clinking) (door shutting)

Hey, hey, why you trying to leave out so fast?

- Well, I see the way miss thang looked at me,

so I'm assuming you her boyfriend.

- Nah, we just business partners.

- Well, in that case... (loud rap music)

(Desi moaning) - Oh, Desi.

(Desi moaning) (music continues)

- Skyler, where are you?

I came back to help with inventory!

- (moaning) Skyler. (both moaning)

(moans) Oh, no, no. (moaning intensifies)

- Skyler, what the fuck you doing fucking this hoe?

- Baby, hey, hey, hey, look, look, baby, come on.

Let's sit down and talk about this.

- I told you next time I catch you fucking this hoe,

I'm gonna kill y'all, you think I'm playing?

- You wanna talk about this. - Fuck that, I told you,

the next girl I catch you fucking,

I'm gonna kill you and this bitch.

(gunshot fires) - [Skyler] Jay, come on!

- Fuck that, you just got caught fucking a bitch!

- Look, baby, come on, let's talk about this.

- Fuck that, we ain't got shit to talk about.

Fuck you, you ain't shit. - Baby, come on, now.

Let's talk about this, baby, come on.

Come on, we got this club together.

- [Jay] Get off of me! - [Skyler] Come on, now.

- Desi, I see you, girl. (loud traffic)

(rap music) (footsteps running)

(music continues) Hey, Desi, where you at?

(music continues) Desi, where you at?

Bitch, I got you, where the fuck my money at?

- No, don't shoot! (music continues)

- Where the fuck my money at? - Look, I don't know

what you talking about. - You just gonna run off?

You just gonna run off and take my stack?

- I don't know what you talking about.

- You better go come up with that money.

Where your nigga at? - Ain't nothing to come up,

get your motherfucking hands off her, nigga.

- Man, who the fuck is you, dawg?

- Bitch, don't worry about who the fuck I am,

just go, nigga. (music continues)

- Hey, this between me and her, you need to watch out.

- Nigga, you got five seconds

before I blow your shit off, nigga.

- You lucky, I'mma catch you. - Walk, nigga.

- I know where you live. - Stupid-ass motherfucker.

(music continues) - Thank you,

I dunno what I would've done if you hadn't found me.

- Man, I told you, don't worry about that, I got you.

I'm here for you, damn. (loud rap music continues)

Look, if you need anything, money, protection,

I got you, baby. (music continues)

- I don't know how I can repay you, thank you again.

- It's all good, you need protection.

* I know you belong to the streets

* I know that bitches belong to the street

* But faking won't get that for me

* I know that bitches belong to the street

* I know she belong to the street

* I know that bitches belong to the street

* But faking won't get there for me

* I know that bitches belong to the street

* I know she belong to the streets

* I know that bitch belong to the street

* But faking won't get there for me

* I know that bitches belong to the street

* I know belong to the street

- I don't know how I can repay you.

(loud slow music) - Well, since you said it...

There's one way you can repay me.

- And what's that? (music continues)

- (sighs) See, I really hate to ask, but...

Nah, never mind baby, don't worry about it, it's all right.

- Don't be silly, I mean, you did save my life.

(music continues) - Well, say I got this friend,

I kind of owe a favor to him, he get all lonely and shit.

So if you just swing by, keep him company,

you know, be all nice and shit,

might be about $600 in it for you.

- Nah, I don't know about this.

- (scoffs) Oh, you said you owe me, right?

- Yeah, I guess I do, I could keep him company.

(loud music continues)

(fabric rustling) - I'm so sleepy.

- I guess. (Jay chuckles)

(music continues)

(rap music) * Yeah, yeah

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

* Let's go

* I said I'm balling, balling, balling, balling

* I said I'm balling, balling, balling, balling

- Hello? (music continues)

I miss you, too. (music continues)

Yeah, I've been good, and I was protected.

(music continues) - Hey, Des,

who the fuck you talking to?

If it ain't about money, get off the fucking phone.

- You don't tell me what to do, you not my daddy.

- The fuck you just say to me? - You heard me.

- Get the fuck up. (Desi screaming)

Don't try to play me like that.

- Stop! (both fighting)

(crying) I'm sorry, Jaylen, please forgive me.

- Look, you know I love you, and you know I care about you,

but you just gonna sit there and talk to another nigga

in my face like I ain't shit? (scoffs)

- Look, I appreciate everything you did for me.

I just wanna leave. - Oh no, no, no, no.

See, ain't no leaving, you ain't leaving nowhere.

See, you need me, you need me

to protect you from them streets, baby.

Come on, ain't I been giving you the place?

Place to stay, place to lay that pretty little head?

- (crying) Yes. - All right.

See, pretty soon, you'll have enough money

to get your own place and your own spot.

Don't fuck it up now, all right?

- (crying) Okay. - All right.

Now go clean yourself up, and for now,

call me daddy, all right? - Whatever you say, daddy.

(crying continues) - Go on now.

All right, all right, yes, she on the way now.

All right, all right.

Hey, hurry up and get your little pretty ass cleaned up!

I got somebody want to meet you. (chuckles)

- Damn it, Desi still ain't answering the phone.

The hell going on with this girl?

- [Desi] What's up, girl? - Desi, girl, where you been?

I've been calling you and looking for you.

- Girl, I'm good, I've been kicking with Jaylen.

You know he cool with my folks.

He been taking care of me and stuff.

He's working on getting me out the streets

and getting me my own place.

- Girl, I can't believe you even messing with that man.

- Girl, he cool people. - What you looking around for?

- I'm waiting on this guy to pull up

that he want me to meet. - Not you waiting on some guy.

Dealing with some creepy old man?

- Bitch, you got jokes. (both laughing)

- [Desi] Girl, who is he? - [Cali] I dunno,

but I'm about to holler, psst, psst, hey, cutie.

How you doing? - I'm good, and you?

- Oh, better now. - Is that right?

- Yeah. - What y'all got going on?

Who is this with you? - This my girl Desi,

and I'm Cali. - How you doing?

Okay, what's up, Cali and Desi, what y'all got going on?

- Shit, we hungry. - You hungry?

Oh, okay, well, I can feed you, that ain't no problem.

This light work. - Okay.

- Can I go with you? - Well, I'll go with you

if my homegirl can go. - Oh, man, she can go.

Yeah, I ain't that tight, yeah, I feed both of y'all, baby.

- Okay, cool. - Y'all rolling?

- Yeah. - Let's go.

Ah, no, no, no, I'm this way, I'm this way.

(children playing) (footsteps falling)

(engine revving) (car stops)

- [Desi] Thanks for the food. - Yeah, no problem.

- You are a really cool dude. - Thank you, I try so hard.

I wanna see you again. (door slams)

- Here, put your number in my phone and I'll call you later.

- I'll be waiting on you to call, now.

- Cool. - You playing?

- I won't, I don't play. (door opening)

(door shutting) (engine starting)

- Now, bitch, that's the type of nigga you need.

Not these broke-ass thug-ass niggas.

- Girl, please, that be your ass

messing with them type of niggas.

- Now, girl, you know I need a thug in my life.

- (laughs) Girl, you is so crazy.

But look, why don't you kick it with me?

I miss you, please don't go back to Jaylen's.

I don't trust him. - I have to.

- Well, that's the case, I'm going, too.

- Nah, Cali, chill, please, I got me.

- All right. (footsteps falling)

(low dramatic music)

(door opening) (music continues)

- I got a call saying your ass didn't show up.

What, you costing me money and shit?

- I'm sorry, can I make it up to you?

- It's too late for that shit, man.

I owe these motherfuckers,

and they coming after your ass, too, and these cats,

they don't play. - After me?

I ain't did shit. - Shut the fuck up.

(hand slapping) (Desi screaming)

- Jaylen, stop, stop! (screaming)

I'm sorry, I'm sorry! (music continues)

- You know what, I'm gonna give you a little reminder

since you missed the game and shit.

(gun cocking) Where the fuck you going, huh?

Why you running, you think it's a game, eh?

Come on out and play. (music continues)

Where your ass at? (music continues)

I got a hot pistol with your name on it.

(door creaking) - Shit, shit, shit!

Skyler, please pick up the phone.

(music continues) Ooh, crazy-ass bitch.

Damn, who can I call, who can I call?

(music continues) Cali, call Cali.

(music continues) Shoot.

Hey, please help, he's losing it.

Jaylen, I'm scared. (music continues)

Please hurry. (music continues)

Fuck. (music continues)

Shit, shit, shit. (music continues)

(door knocking) - Who the fuck is it?

- [Cali] Cali. - All right, come on.

Bring your ass. (door opening)

(door shutting) - Hey, Jaylen.

- Cali, why you at my damn house?

- Um, I came by to apologize to you.

(music continues) - Apologize for what?

- You remember, back at the store, you looking for Desi?

I was kinda rude to you. - (claps) Yeah, you were.

(scoffs) What, you came apologize or something, make it up?

(phone ringing) - Hello?

- Okay. (footsteps running)

(gate clattering) (footsteps running)

- What are you doing? - Okay, I'm on the way.

Sorry, gotta go. (footsteps running)

- Hey, where the fuck you going?

Hey! (door slamming)

Yo, what type of janky-ass...

(groans) Okay, back to finding this bitch.

Hey, Desi! (gun cocking)

Your friend out here! (chuckling)

Make some good money off both of y'all.

(gun cocking) Desi!

(footsteps falling) Well, I'll be damned.

(door shutting) Fuck!

That bitch still owe me, damn, I wasn't done with her ass.

(bills flipping) - Cali, I ain't gonna lie.

I thought we'd never get off those streets.

- Girl, I knew things could change, I refused to give up.

- I mean, I been through so much with my dad.

The situation with my mom, us living on the streets.

I never thought things could change.

- Desi, you have been through so much

and you have always pulled through,

and I'm gonna always be right by your side.

You're like a sister to me.

Matter of fact, you are my sister, I love you.

- Thanks, that means so much to me, I needed that.

- Yep, that's for real, but you know what, Desi?

We really need to look for us a real job.

Get off the streets 'cause I'm tired

of not having no money, not having anywhere

to lay our head, like I want a job at the bank

where I can dress up nice, meet different people.

Shoot, maybe even meet me a rich guy and get married.

Have some kids. - Bitch, you smoking.

- No, I'm not, I just have goals.

- Yeah, I'm gonna let you have that.

- (scoffs) What you mean, let me have it?

You have to do something with your life.

- Oh, no, you ain't. - It ain't hell.

(both laughing) - You getting off, hello?

Well, I thought you wasn't gonna call.

Last time I talked to you, I told you call me

when you wanna see me again, and you never called,

so I'm assuming you moved on.

Well, I hope you didn't do that for me.

Wow. (bills flipping)

Well, me and Skyler got a crib on the west side.

You can come through if you want.

All right, I'll see you then.

- Girl, who was that? - Skyler.

- Skyler? (Desi chuckles)

Skyler, okay, what y'all talking about doing?

- Girl, he finna come through, kinky.

- I like Skyler, you keep up with him.

- He all right. (bills flipping)

Hmm, this boy just ain't going to answer.

I guess I'll leave a voice message.

- Damn, where them bitches at?

We gotta catch them hoes, friend.

- I think they'd be working out at the park up there.

Let's ride up there and see. - Yeah, okay, let's go.

- Hey, sexy, I was wondering if you'd like to meet

once I finish working out. (clicks tongue)

Ooh, he need to call back. (footsteps falling)

- Hey, hey, don't I know you?

You look familiar. - I don't think so.

- Well I can't lie, you fine to me.

Can I take you out for dinner or something?

- I'm kind of seeing someone at the moment.

- But is he satisfying you?

- Wait, you getting way too personal.

- You don't need to know all that about her.

- By the way, what's your name?

- All right, my bad, I ain't mean to disrespect

your friend, I just like what I see.

My name Trey, what's your name, girl?

- Desi. - Look, Tony, she got a man,

so you need to keep looking. - Lemme see your phone.

Look, to hit me up, even though we just friends, okay?

- We won't be needing it, thank you.

She got a friend, me. - Damn, you protective.

I hope to see you soon. - That'll be good.

- And it won't, have a good day, James.

- [Trey] It's Trey. - Whatever.

Look, Desi, I don't trust him.

You got a good thing going with Skyler.

Don't fuck that up. - Cali, chill.

I'm a big girl, you need to release some pressure

and I ain't saying how. - Kiss my ass, Desi.

- No, that's what you need a nigga to do, to tap that ass.

Girl, you so uptight. - Look, I told you

I'm waiting on the right one.

- And the right one needs to be right now.

You need to release some of that pressure.

- Oh, damn, you right, I think that's them over there.

You wanna pull up over there? (loud rap music)

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

- That's why we working out, right?

- Nah. - I get all the pressure

relieved right here, right now.

- No, it's another way to do it, too.

- [Cali] Who the fuck is this?

- [Desi] That looks like them hoes from the club.

- [Cali] What the fuck they want?

- [Desi] We about to find out.

- Yeah, Trina, this slutty bitch Skyler left me for,

what she don't know is when he done using her ass,

he gonna be crawling back to me begging and shit.

- What he even see in her, is this the hoe

that tried out at the club? - Yeah, that's her.

- You and your chicken head friend,

y'all need to get to stepping.

- It ain't my fault you can't keep your man.

- No, she didn't go there, the same hoe

looking for work at my damn strip club?

- Wrong, bitch, that not your club,

you work there just like everybody else.

- Hold on, hold on, come for my friend -

- And I did, man, what you do?

Not shit, 'cause if you fuck with her,

I'm gonna whoop your ass.

- You fucked with the wrong nigga, bitch.

- That ain't what he said last night, hoe.

I got time today. (gunshot fires)

- Ah, this bitch shot me, she shot me in my arm, shit!

- Yeah, get outta here and don't come back, bitch!

* I don't have no time for games

* All I want to do is count my paper

Yeah, bitch, get the fuck up out of here

and don't come back! (music continues)

[Desi] Next time, it's gonna be your hair, hoe!

* 'Cause I'm just getting started

* And the party's going hard

* Yeah, got the crowd busting hard

* Yeah, step back and gimme some room

* Stimulate my mind, please don't waste my time

* Motivation's all that's on my mind

- Hey, man, you wanna go hang out

at my little spot and chill? - Yeah, it's cool.

Can I invite Desi? - Yo, man, that's your girl.

- Hey, Desi, me and Shawn about to go kick it.

Why don't you come join us?

Meet us at the park in about an hour.

All right, she down to ride. - All right, that's cool.

Even though I want you to myself.

- Aw, that's so sweet. (Shawn chuckles)

- Well, I thank y'all for inviting me

'cause I sure ain't had shit to do.

- Yeah, no problem, no problem, no problem.

- You welcome, girl, you know you my homegirl.

- Hey, babe, I'm gonna grab something out the car.

- Okay, hurry back. (chuckles)

- Okay, girl, you got your good little something.

I wish stuff could have worked out with me and Skyler,

but his bitch was too crazy, and I wasn't dealing

with that toxic shit. - Really?

- Yeah. (dramatic music)

- Ain't you looking good? - What's up?

(music continues) What's up?

Come here, come over here, don't you miss me?

You owe me some money. - Look, at the time,

I was down bad, and my bad for that,

I didn't have my nigga to pay for me.

- I don't give a damn about your nigga money.

It's the principle. - [Cali] Man, get away

from her before my man gets you!

- Fuck you and your man, stay in your place.

- And what you gonna do with this?

- Yeah, you know what I'm gonna do with it.

Shit, you coming with me. (music continues)

- [Shawn] Hey, hey, man, hey, hey, man.

- Hey, man, hey, this between me and her, watch out.

- [Cali] Shawn, help her! - Help me, Shawn.

- Hey, man, hey, hey, oh, shit.

Shit, shit, what I'm gonna do?

(all shouting) - Get the fuck back.

- Are you kidding me? - Hey, hey, man, hey,

I'm about to call the police, man.

- Hey, call them, I don't give a fuck.

- [Cali] What are you doing,

you just gonna stand there and let him hurt her?

- Man, he got a fucking gun! - Help her!

- Who got the money, who got the money?

- Hey, man, I can pay you, bro, is that what it is?

- Hey, nigga, first thing you gonna do

is put the motherfucking gun down.

- Who the fuck is you? (music continues)

- Nigga, put the motherfucking gun down.

Second thing you gonna do is take that air,

and you better not turn around.

(music continues) - Get the fuck off me, G.

Yeah, you lucky, must be your lucky day,

somebody watching down on you.

- Man, keep going. - [Desi] It is my day.

- Keep going, and don't come back, nigga.

- Whoo, nigga, I'm so glad you came.

Whoo, shit, appreciate that, bro.

- I'm so glad you came, too, this scared nigga.

- First of all, the nigga had a gun.

- Man, I just saved both of y'all ass.

- Man, what? - I appreciate the shit.

- You supposed to be thanking me, man.

- I appreciate that. - Man, you weak.

You're weak. - Weak?

First of all - - But he weak as hell.

- First of all, baby, I'm a lover, not a fighter.

- Shawn, that was weak. (footsteps falling)

You made me feel like you can't protect me when I need you.

- Eh, (groans) depends, I tried.

- Well, you ain't try hard enough.

I gotta go, you can handle this shit by yourself.

- Hey, what about your gift? - [Cali] Fuck that gift!

- Goddamn, always these niggas fucking up shit.

(plastic crinkling) Oh, well.

(soft music)

- Hey, Desi. - Cali, what you doing here?

I mean, I am happy to see you.

- I was about to say, I got good news to share.

- What's the good news, girl? - I got a job at the bank.

You know I always dreamed of working at the bank.

- Girl, oh my god, I'm so happy for you, congratulations.

- Thank you, thank you, now look,

I can put in a word with you with my manager.

- Really, that'll be good. - Desi, you don't need no job.

I take care of you. - Look, Trey,

I can make my own money. - What you trying to say?

My money not good enough. - You right,

I don't know what I was thinking.

Cali, I'm gonna have to pass.

- Well look, I'm gonna get out your hair

'cause I got some errands I need to run.

You got my number, use it. (birds chirping)

- I will, thanks for stopping by.

- Don't forget, use my number.

- Desi, you know that bitch jealous of you.

She come over here trying to throw that job shit

in your face like I don't take care of you.

I take care of you good. - Cali is not like that.

- What you taking up for the bitch now?

- I'm just saying, she is my girl.

- Man look, I don't want you hanging around her no more,

and get that job shit your head.

- Trey, you is not my daddy.

- Fuck you say to me? - You heard me.

- Get the fuck in here. (footsteps falling)

(dramatic music) (door slams)

(strikes landing) - Trey, stop, Trey!

- Bitch, don't you ever disrespect me, I'll kill you!

Next time you disrespect me, I'm gonna kill you, bitch.

- Okay. (music continues)

(water running) (music continues)

I can't believe that happened, that's so weird.

- Desi... (music continues)

Desi, can you look at me, please?

I'm sorry, I let my anger just take control of me.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I promise you.

Can you please forgive me?

I won't do it again. - I forgive you.

- (kisses) I'm sorry. (fabric rustling)

(somber music) (fabric rustling)

- Hello? - [Cali] Hey, Desi.

I was calling to see if you'd like to meet me and celebrate.

I promise I won't keep you out there long, tell Trey.

(music continues) - Well, I dunno.

- [Cali] Look, I'll be there, and you better be there too.

- All right. (music continues)

Gimme an hour, I'll be there. - [Cali] Okay, see you then.

- All right. (music continues)

- [Ebony] Hey, Trey, baby, Ebony here, what's up, you ready?

- [Trey] It is, baby, come on in, yes sir.

- [Ebony] I've been waiting to.

- [Trey] How you doing? - [Ebony] You like that?

Mm-hmm. (Ebony moaning)

- [Desi] Baby? (footsteps falling)

It's time for some makeup sex, shit, can't stay mad forever.

(shoes thudding) Trey?

(both moaning) (Trey laughs)

- [Trey] Right there, right there.

(mattress creaking) (both moaning)

- Trey, why you fucking this bitch in my house?

- Desi, what you doing here?

I thought you was with your friend!

You shoulda have called before you came.

Now, get out unless you going join.

(door closing) - Come on, Trey,

get her in this dish, you'll be okay.

Oh. - [Trey] Shit.

- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.

(mattress creaking) - Right there, okay.

- (crying) Why I keep letting him do me like this?

(Desi crying) (somber music)

(plastic rustling) - Hey, baby.

Look, I know these ain't gonna fix what I did,

I'm sorry, I love you. - Thank you.

I love you, too, Trey, I just want us to be happy.

- Me, too. (music continues)

(plastic rustling) (music continues)

(metal snapping) (music continues)

(gentle kissing) (music continues)

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

- Hello? - [Cali] Hey, girl,

how you doing? - Girl, I'm doing good.

- Okay, I'm just checking on you.

I ain't heard from you in a long time, what's been going on?

What you been up to?

- Girl, keeping busy around the house.

Trey been helping with helping me with some stuff.

- Trey, you still with that nigga?

(dramatic music) - Who the fuck is that?

Is that that Cali bitch? (music continues)

- [Desi] Trey. - Man, hang the phone up.

- She just calling to check on me.

- [Trey] Man, hang the phone - (music continues)

(strike landing) (music continues)

- Trey, what the fuck you hit me for?

- Desi, you okay, what's going on?

- I told you stop fucking with that bitch.

That bitch fucking up our relationship.

- She ain't fucking up our relationship, you are!

- What you say? (strike landing)

- [Desi] Trey, stop! - Hello?

- [Desi] Trey, stop! - Desi!

- [Desi] Trey! - I'm on my way over there,

and I'm calling the police, Desi!

- Motherfucker. (strike landing)

(Trey groans) - Shit.

(purse rustling) Fuck!

- Nigga, now what? (music continues)

- [Trey] Man, put that shit down.

(strike landing) (Trey groans)

Oh, fuck! (music continues)

- Trey. I'm telling you now, you come any closer,

I'm gonna shoot your ass, I had enough of your shit.

I've dealt with your shit for too long!

- [Trey] There ain't no bullets in that gun!

- All right, keep on playing. (gunshot firing)

(body thuds) (music continues)

(somber music) Oh, no, what have I done?

Oh my god. (footsteps running)

- Desi, Desi, are you okay? (music continues)

- (crying) I don't know. (music continues)

(rap music) * Yeah, yeah, yeah

- My girl is finally out of jail!

- [Desi] Girl, it's been a long three months.

- Desi, I'm just happy to see you.

- I'm happy to see you as well.

By the way, is that job still available?

- You know it is, girl. (music continues)

* The life I live, I'm a hard boy

* You know what it is, I'm a hard boy

* And don't put me on, I'm a hard boy (hard boy)

* The money we get, these bitches be flipping it

* We hard boys

* The money we get, these bitches be flipping it

* We hard boys

* The money we get, these bitches be flipping it

* We hard boys (hard boys)

* The money we get, these bitches be flipping it

* We hard boys (music continues)

* Yo, check (music continues)

* My nigga roll up this bunch

* While I load up this bump

* We on the mission for submission

* And gon' take what we want

* Got that line, I got the master macking machete

* We going drop down on they asses, I doubt they be ready

* I got some niggas in Needs, they got a hog pen

* Cassie in Arkansas, she got a cotton gin

* Now chop a nigga up and feed them to the hogs

* Then I go back to church and say

* Mama, I never saw them niggas (damn)

* You got the right to bear arms

* So call me octopus

* I killed that bird in your hand

* And them bitches in the bush

* I ain't the nigga that you finna push

* Don't take no picture, bitch, just take a good look

* 'Cause you'll never find another nigga like I

* Give me 50 feet, all them things going fly (yeah, yeah)

* I had a fierce psychotic episode

* Disrespect was the cause

* The effect left a nigga with nine new holes

* On my Aho, a desperado, nigga that's gun ho

* A nine millimeter boy like MJG and Pin Row (respect)

* Mama say I'm a fool, like that's breaking news

* And then she asked me why do I do the things I do?

* I said Mama, I'm a hard boy,

* I make my own rules (rules)

* And that's what hard boys do

* Man, don't put me on, I'm a hard boy

* This the life I live, I'm a hard boy

* You know what it is, I'm a hard boy

* Man, don't put me on, I'm a hard boy (hard boy)

* The money we get, these bitches be flipping it

* We hard boys

* The money we get, these bitches be flipping it

* We hard boys

* The money we get, these bitches be flipping it

* We hard boys

* The money we get, these bitches be flipping it

* We hard boys

* B.B. King, nigga, call me Bobby Bluebland

* I got more holes in my pocket

* Than you can count in your hands

* Be pimping, bitch, better ring the alarms

* Yeah, I'm a hard boy, bitch, sing my S-O-N-G

* Then gonna plug the thug, a path for your ass

* If you fucking with a felon, this might be your last

* Hard boys, hard boys, this what we do

* KP got the nina and he gunning for you

* Be pimping in the back, my nigga got them gat, cat

* Gonna be the man, he known for causing pain

* Mongoti joined the party, hear me, Rocko, talking 'bout us

* I'm a little nigga doing big things

* Fuck with me, get your body rearranged

* Go hard in the truck, but I go hard on the track

* Get my gal hard, yeah, smoke a cig and take a nap

* People sleeping on me, but I been dream about them honeys

* Now my boss like, damn, that there nigga

* Kinda bumping for our soft

* Love her hard, got to also love her deep, boy

* My niggas pop-up package rocked the club for no reason

* It be duck-hunting season

* I was gonna chop up her head

* Instead I let her go, went harder

* She came back with some bread

* Man, don't put me on, I'm a hard boy

* This the life I live, I'm a hard boy

* You know what it is, I'm a hard boy

* Man, don't put me on, I'm a hard boy (hard boy)

* The money we get, these bitches be flipping it

* We hard boys

* The money we get, these bitches be flipping it

* We hard boys

* The money we get, these bitches be flipping it

* We hard boys

* The money we get, these bitches be flipping it

* We hard boys

(music continues)