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- Previously on Dope Unit.

- You think you could hold of our money

and our products for weeks?

- Where the fuck is our money at?

Where the fuck you going, nigga?

You think you could just run away from us

like that, young bull?

I said I'll pay you all tomorrow.

- Please, don't, man. Please! - [Gunshot]

- Listen, son.

I can assure you whoever's responsible for this,

will be brought to justice.

I want to form a task force under the PPD special operations

within the dope unit,

focusing on the crime family known as the Roths.

Brianna "BB" Brown, the queen pin of the Roth crime family.

Zeke Williams, he's the muscle behind the family.

We're going after them from the inside.

I asked the commissioner to put this plan into full motion

as soon as possible.

- Now, Commissioner, why do you come here looking so good?

- You got a moment? - Of course.

- In private?

Chief Watkins is beside himself with grief,

expecting to dig a little deeper.

Especially because this happened in your backyard.

- This is a problem!

- A police chief's son was murdered on our turf.

- And that can destroy everything we've worked for.

- Do we know who's behind it?

I'm gonna ask you this. One time and one time only.

Who shot the cop's kid, Skully?

- I told y'all,

I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

- You let the streets know that whoever shot that kid,

they better turn themselves in.

- I have an undercover operation I want you to lead.

The team is still young,

but they're perfect for this operation.

Elijah Washington, he knows the streets like no one else.

If you need to uncover something,

Washington will find it.

Officer J'Von Dorsey. Now, he's the flashy Playboy type.

Hails from the streets of Philly,

but he knows how to navigate them well.

He's already established on the streets,

so he's a perfect undercover agent.

Natia Drummond.

You know, we still got to find her.

She's been deep undercover for a while now.

A few weeks ago, she went M.I.A.

Last but not least, Officer Jayda King.

Pull her from the academy.

- What am I doing here?

- I'm bringing you in to an undercover detail.

You were selected for one reason,

to go undercover and infiltrate the Roth crime family.

Do you accept this mission, Officer King.

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- ? My old heads call me young bull ?

? My young bulls call me old heads ?

? I'm in the studio with blue lights ?

? My eyes red

? I'm on 61st and College Hill ?

? You know what's up

? Take a trip down in Kensington and hit 'em up ?

? I'm from a city where we care ?

? But we don't give a fuck ?

? They call us brotherly love ?

? I be like, yeah, what's mine is yours ?

? I never die for my block

? I make you die for yours

? I got seven God kids ?

? They say we all got kids ?

? And my niggas all around

? I thank God they not dead ?

? Either I'm watching for the ops ?

? Or I'm watching for the cops ?

- If BB knew you was a cop, girl you'd be dead already.

- What? Baby, I'm asleep.

- More like having a nightmare.

- Uh-uh.

- Damn all this.

What the fuck... is this?

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- Babe, I got this for you.

- Hell, no. - I got it for us.

What? Look. Look in my bag.

There should be some cuffs in there as well.

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Hmm?

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- Are these jaws real?

- What do you think?

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I got these.

If I was a real cop,

don't you think I would have done this already?

- I don't know.

- I got these 'cause you've been a bad boy.

- I have. - Mm-hmm.

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[Smooches]

All that being on your mind,

it's making that little head of yours go crazy.

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Mm.

You know, I'm always gonna keep it straight with you.

Not because you caught me doing anything wrong,

but because I like you.

- I like you, too.

- And only you.

None of the players at the club like to watch me dance like you.

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- Oh, that's how you want to play it, huh?

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You sure you're not no cop?

- After all, I just said, you still think I'm a cop?

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If I was a cop, this is what would be called entrapment.

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And I would lose everything.

Why would I want to do that?

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[Music fades]

- [Woman vocalizing]

? I'm like a...

? There's nowhere you can hide from me ?

? This city's mine ?

? There's nowhere you can hide

? I got eyes in the sky ?

? I'm about to get down ?

? Get down ?

? So, when I see you outside ?

? I'm about to get down ?

? Get down ?

? You ain't about this life ?

- [Rapping] ? Red and blue lights behind you ?

? You don't even know yourself yet ?

? Funny how easy you was to get to ?

? We in the city of fast talk ?

? So learn fast

? Catch 'em with that dirty money for his clean cash ?

? So learn the lingo and learn to walk ?

? You get approached, you compromised ?

? If you don't learn the talk

? Are you a traitor?

? 'Cause you overseeing neighborhoods you lived in ?

? Arresting kingpins ?

? Knowing you was friends with

? Young bull, you don't know when to stop ?

? Until the judge give you time to outlast your watch ?

? and why you behind bars they replacing your spot ?

? It's a cycle in this game whether you like it or not ?

- ? Like it or not ?

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[Music fades]

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- I'm Chief Terrance Watkins.

No one knows you were pulled from the academy.

Streets talk to all your other recruits,

you flunked out.

You were selected for one reason to go undercover

and infiltrate the Roth crime family.

Do you accept this mission, Officer King?

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- Let me get this straight. You yanked me off the street.

And now, according to official record,

I flunked out of the academy.

But in reality,

I was pulled out because you want me to join

your undercover unit?

- The choice is yours.

- I'm supposed to get close to this dude?

Gain his trust and figure out who killed-

- Killed my son.

- Yes.

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- This is your team.

Elijah Washington, three years on the force.

Last year on the dope unit.

The kid's more street than a stop sign.

J'Von Dorsey, five years in, last three on dope.

Make no mistake, he's the unofficial alpha.

Officer Drummond, she was the model.

You are the replacement.

She's still out there, still viable.

But she's also the biggest question mark on this team.

- What happened to her?

- She's not dead, Officer King.

She was you before there was you.

- She's one of the finest.

But the job, being undercover takes its toll.

Now she services to let us know that she's out there.

But one night, nothing.

One morning, there's a full report of three week's worth

of activity in my mailbox.

We reach out, nothing.

We sent updates, nothing.

We sent her briefs about this mission.

So if she's read them, she's looking for you.

She just doesn't know who you are.

You can go back to the academy, no harm, no foul.

Or do you accept this mission, Officer King?

- I just have one question.

- What's that?

- Is this strictly work,

or is this about revenge?

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- I'm not gonna lie. I'm very close to this one.

But it's still about the work.

These are bad people doing bad things in our backyard.

But the choice is yours.

- If you join this elite unit...

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...you do a good job...

...there could be a detective badge waiting for you

on the other side.

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- I'm in.

- Welcome to the dope unit.

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- Now you need to change all your profiles,

your socials, everything.

Now, your assignment is simple.

Find Malcolm Carter.

Now, if you play it right, it won't be difficult.

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See, he's drawn to women he can shape,

but it's just out of reach.

Think Nicki Minaj.

We need you, Jayda King,

to shed your real persona and become someone new who sparkles.

- We need you to be... - Summer.

?

- ? I need some cash, I need it bad ?

? She a freaky little thing I had to smash ?

? And we're driving fast, pray I don't crash ?

? I had to go and get leveled up ?

? I need some cash, I need it bad ?

- [Phone rings] - ? She a freaky little thing ?

- Hey, girl.

I was wondering if you was gonna make your shift.

- I'm gonna be late, Maya.

- It's time to make money Tuesday, baby.

Can't do that running late.

- Look, it's just I stopped by a client's place

for a little side gig,

and I think BB's gonna want to know about this.

- What? Tell me. - I'm at Lou's.

- Girl.

- Remember what BB said about keeping an eye

out for anything suspicious on account

of the chief's kid getting popped?

Yeah, well, you'll never guess what I found in his apartment.

- I'll let BB know.

But she's gonna want to hear it directly from you.

- Slick, can you get me a drink?

These girls are driving me crazy.

- ? I need some cash ?

? She a freaky little thing I had to smash ?

? And we're driving fast, pray I don't crash ?

? I had to go and get leveled up ?

? I need some cash, I need it bad ?

? She a freaky little thing I had to smash ?

? And we're driving fast, pray I don't crash ?

? I had to go and get leveled up ?

- We got it. We got it right here.

? Twerk it, yeah Chase it, yeah ?

? Work it, work it, work it, yeah ?

? Turn into a machine with my hands on her feet ?

? ...with my hands on her cheeks ?

? She mine, yeah, she bad, she met me at the fight ?

? I'm fly now, drippy on the set ?

? Call me Big Daddy and she got tuck her shit ?

? Roll up a fatty, then I'm goin' out this bitch ?

? Stop playin', shake that ass, I'm the man ?

? That's right, chica, I'm just sayin' ?

? Every time I come on, she know what I like ?

? When we gettin' it on, she be checkin' my mic ?

? I can pick up the phone

- What can I get you, honey?

- Vodka. Neat. - You got it.

?

- What's up, baby?

You know, I was gonna ask to get you a drink,

but since you already got that covered,

you might as well order me one, too.

I ain't seen you around here.

What they call you?

- I'm Summer. I was here with my friends.

- Were you coming from, Summer?

- We just left the Nicky concert.

- Huh?

I mean, other than the wig, you don't really get me Nicky vibes.

- What kind of vibes do I give you?

And who can top Nicky?

- Me.

- Oh, really?

- You know what, Slick, put that on my tab.

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[Music fades]

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[Elevator chimes]

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[Elevator chimes]

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[Engine starts]

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[Phone buzzes]

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[Phone buzzes]

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- Yeah?

- So how'd it go? - Malcolm.

I got him right where we want him, Chief.

- Good. Anything else?

- For going forward?

I need you to promise that you won't leave me hanging.

- Hey, look, no one is leaving you hanging,

but just be smart, disciplined.

We wouldn't have grabbed you

if we didn't think you could handle it.

- You're doing fine. - Thanks, Chief.

- Hey, you got this.

- I know. - Now for your safety.

This is the last time I will call you directly.

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- You can go.

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- ? I'm trying to find that legal hustle and invest in it ?

? We don't do most things we directs in it ?

? I dress different 'cause I'm ballin like the rec center ?

? Bitch willing guarantee just how my necklace is ?

? Bitch with it if I'm with her then she not givin' it ?

? They just freed my lil nigga, he just left prison ?

? Any nigga go against the clique got death wishes ?

? I'm buying bells because my clientele off meth crystal ?

? We ain't never got no problems we just dealt with 'em ?

? Thought I was one these niggas fathers ?

? Now I'm belt givin' ?

? They would have never got it right until they felt weapons ?

? And really trying to get that life right ?

? But that belt fit me ?

- You can't like all her pictures.

- [Laughs]

You ain't even got nobody to like, so you relax.

- I don't understand this whole social media shit, man.

- It's crazy. - Hey, man.

Make you a profile. I'll show you.

- [Scoffs] What we gonna do? Ex-con?

- [Laughter]

- Home now.

- [Laughs] Right.

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- Damn, she fine. - What you saying?

- Nothin'. I'm probably trippin'. - Look, man,

I'm tired of dealing with these low-life street hustlers.

We got an empire to build.

- ? Stay in my city and get greedy ?

- Well, let me see what these fools on.

- ? What you think? We round them up ?

? We catch 'em creepin' ?

? Gotta cope with all these demons ?

- What's up, man?

?

- What up, buddy? - Good.

- I mean, y'all heard something about that cop

gettin' killed out here?

- There ain't no snitches out here, man.

- I ain't no cop, Byron.

- ? Tryin' to find that legal hustle and invest in it ?

- Check out, Marcus.

- Alright, listen.

Alright, y'all be safe.

? Bitch with it if I'm with her then she not givin' it ?

? They just freed my lil nigga, he just left prison ?

? Any nigga go against the clique got death wishes ?

? I'm buying bells because my clientele off meth crystal ?

? See, in my city, they get greedy ?

? Young bull fresh out in Philly ?

? Feel like fuck who ain't with him? ?

? Got revenge is what he thinking ?

? Round 'em up and catch 'em creepin' ?

? Gotta cope with all these demons ?

? Reapers, heathens and the schemers ?

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- You want me to take you by the hotel, Miss Serrano?

- No. Take me directly to see Brianna.

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- Keep it running.

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- Miss Serrano's here for meeting with Miss Brown.

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- Welcome.

Can I offer you something to drink?

Something to eat?

- I didn't come to Philly for no cheese steak.

I came to talk business.

Specifically about the drop-off

in our mutual business, Brianna.

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- Have a seat.

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- I came here to remind you

of the Roth family commitments to the Serranos.

This goes way back, Brianna, before your time.

- [Speaks in global language]

You question my loyalty

when the police chief's son was murdered on my turf?

I shut it down.

- I see.

[Speaks in global language]

You did that shit without asking.

- I didn't know I had to ask you.

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- Is it necessary to have this many people

in our private meeting?

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[Laughs]

- Baby, do us a favor.

Give me a little privacy.

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- The Serranos would like to offer their assistance

in solving this little mystery.

- Assistance? [Laughs]

- So that business between our families can return to normal.

- Of course.

We welcome the Serranos' assistance.

- If the Blackwells or any other family members

were involved, you would have said something.

This tells me that someone could be working for themselves.

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- How about that drink?

- Sure.

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- Yo, Zeke, what'd she say? - I didn't tell her yet.

- Why the fuck not? Skully's in with the Blackwells.

She'd want to know about that.

- Not yet. There's more to it. Something wasn't right.

Carmen Serrano being here like this.

Come on. Let's check it out first.

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- [Man vocalizing]

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[Knocking on door]

[Banging on door]

- Hey, motherfucker, goddamn!

Quit your fucking knocking.

[Knock on door]

- What y'all want?

- That's not how you greet a guest, Marcus.

- Nah, man.

- It's not like that. It's just...

- Marcus.

Marcus, now you making me real nervous

staring at that door like a motherfucking zombie, nigga.

- Sit down and shut that fucking door.

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- What's the matter, Marcus?

You ain't never had no guests or something.

You ain't gonna offer a nigga a drink?

- Man, if- - Just sit!

- Sit down. Just talk to Malcolm.

- I'll get us all a drink. - Fridge.

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- How much shit you been selling on the side, Marcus?

- Is there something rotten in here? It stinks.

- Malcolm, you know, Eddie Jones will hustle for you.

Y'all get it right off the top.

A�ight I'm not in business for myself.

Not now, not ever.

I've never like- Come-

[Sniffs]

- Look at you, nigga.

You higher than One Liberty Place.

See, not only are you stepping on our product,

you bootin' it too.

Then sellin' whatever's left on the side,

so stupid motherfuckers like the police chief's son-

Tell me I'm lying, nigga.

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- That's not what we consider doing business.

Were you selling it to the chief's son?

- Nah, man.

- Personally, I couldn't give a fuck less about the cop's son.

But you stealing from BB, nigga?

- Now what?

- Uncle, come on. Yo, it's me, Marcus.

Your boy. Come on.

You know, I know better than to lie to you.

See, now this is- this is some bullshit, man.

- This motherfucker.

- He's headed for the stairs. - Nah, we'll reach him.

He won't make it past the bridge.

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- Marcus!

Marcus!

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- Damn it.

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Are you shitting me, huh, Marcus?

- You're gonna pull some dumb shit now, huh?

- Having to chase you? Are you serious?

[Groans]

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- Please stop playing, man. Don't...

- Talk!

- He ain't gonna talk. He's a punk.

- Okay, maybe- maybe I stepped on some powder a little bit,

but that's it, man. That's it. Okay.

And I sold to some low-level niggas.

But...

they- they just copped it for me for one occasion, man.

And it was some crew I knew.

- We're not playin' with you! I need names!

- I don't know any names. - Names!

- I don't know any names! - You better spill, Marcus.

- Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

I'll give you one.

Look, you're looking for a boy named, uh, uh, Skully.

Skully. Yeah, yeah, something like that. Skully.

[Breathing heavily]

- You like them shoes, Marcus? - What?

- You heard what he said. Take off your shoes!

- I swear on my life, man. - You're going in the river.

- I swear on my motherfucking life!

- You a God-fearing man?

I'm sure you've heard this one before.

Pray to your Lord, motherfucker.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

- No! - [Gunshot]

[Bullet casing clings]

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- Even I can't believe this motherfucker got us

- waiting out here this long. - [Sniffs]

Hey, man, put that shit away.

- [Clang] - [Skitters]

What the fuck's wrong with you?

It's a rat.

Alright, we're in a shipping port.

Port's got rats running all around here.

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You're late.

- Well, a prompt man is a lonely man, Marcel.

- What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

- It means shut the fuck up and show me the product, nigga.

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- What the fuck? What? There's blood on this.

Look, man, the people that I represent

aren't interested in getting into a situation

that can bring problems to the family.

- Come on, man.

Let me holler at you for a minute.

Look, the shipment went through some things to get here.

Got it from Peru, then Chile,

then Panama, then into the Bahamas.

- And then finally. - Philly, I got it.

- Yeah, Philly.

Not Jersey,

- But...

You don't trust my quality, huh?

- Check it out.

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- [Sighs] Fuck.

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- Mm-hmm. Yeah.

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Yo, what's the problem?

- See, that depends on you.

Because it seems this shit is cut with fentanyl.

Now, why the fuck would you be cutting

my shipment with fentanyl?

- Good man.

Our deal is non-negotiable.

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- What the hell are you doing? - I know this motherfucker.

He's DEA. This- This is fucking setup.

- What?

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- Your man is mistaken.

- Matt, you gettin' this? - Hold your position.

- Copy, Command.

- It's on my call. - What's up?

- What do I do? - Keep the gun on him.

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- I'd be very, very careful if I was you.

- Because you never know who's watching.

Look, I don't care who you think we are, Marcel.

Your man pulls that trigger, your story is over.

You understand? You're dead.

Your big dumb ass will just be the last one to realize it.

Look, let me tell you something.

Everyone you ever loved, everyone you ever knew,

shit, everyone who ever looked at you, I'll take them first,

and then I'll take you, slowly and painfully.

And this isn't a threat. It's just the rules.

Oh, and Marcel...

they're non-negotiable.

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[Gunshots]

- Go, go, go, go, go!

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[Gunshots]

- Get the yayo.

- Cover me!

[Gunshots]

- Motherfuckers! - Get down!

[Gunshots]

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- Fuck you. - [Gunshot]

Fuck all of y'all!

Take me alive. I ain't going back.

[Gunshot]

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[Gunshots]

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- Hold it! Drop it. It's Taft.

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- I thought we were supposed to bring him in,

not kill him, Agent Taft.

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- ? It's all in my city ?

- It's Monday all day, so you know what that means.

- Tell us, momma.

- It's moneymaking time today,

so let's make that money, baby girl.

? I ain't got time to speak ?

? Real trap, everything within my reach ?

? Finesse, rich, flex, put forward ?

? I could never stress ?

? Trap, jump off, finesse, forward ?

? Ring, that's another trap ?

? I got real weight on me and it keep comin' ?

? Face good with the plug, I'm a road runner ?

? I got feny on me right now like I'm Rihanna ?

? Draw the ticket in the city I got cheatin' on me ?

? I got real runners, we are very subtle ?

? You just ran off on the plug, and you went for it ?

? Tricked off on a ho, treat her like a real woman ?

? Drought fucked up the city, you ain't sayin' nothin' ?

? Keep up, keep up, keep up, keep up, keep up ?

? I'm-a double back and spend my rehab ?

? Keep up, keep up, keep up, keep up, keep up ?

- ? All this money...?

- Anyone catch his whip? - Mm.

I'm thinking Mercedes all the way.

- If so, let's call it a Maybach.

- ? I got too much motion on me ?

? Ain't got time to speak, real trap ?

? Everything within my reach ?

- ? Yeah - ? Finesse, rich

- What you want to drink, baby?

- Um. Somethin' sweet.

- Hey, get my darling something sweet, huh?

And I'll take the bottle, too.

- I can bring the bottle to your table.

- Nah, I'll take the bottle now. What I just say?

- What's the celebration?

- Shit. I had to blow off some steam, man.

- Mm. - What you celebrating, baby?

And why would a fine looking man like yourself

be celebrating all alone?

- Come on, baby. I look like I'm by myself?

- If you were as smart as you look.

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- Hey, yo, what's up with you, man?

- Who you tryin' to be?

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- ? Yeah, yeah ?

- ? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ?

- ? Yeah, yeah ?

? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ?

? Baby, I'm the wrong one

? Like five minutes after 12, I be on one ?

? I ain't snitching when I tell you, man, these hos dumb ?

? I had to get it off the scale ?

? Now the gold front ?

? I hope somebody tell these niggas I'm the wrong one ?

? I am not at all equivalent to those ones ?

? How you all up in my business and don't own one ?

? I keep it playin', never disrespect the code, man ?

? That shawty 'bout to let me hit it in the sauna ?

? It's gonna be a home run

? Hennessy, Patron, Don Julio and Strombol ?

? But if I set a candle, that's the mood setter, girl ?

- ? Thought you knew better - ? I thought you knew ?

- ? How I'm all about my paper newsletter ?

? Yeah, that's rule number one ?

? If a woman choose chick trying to see a bunch of gummers ?

? Like I'm group texting ?

? I ain't into chasing a place in the biochemical ?

? Interviewin' them, breaking 'em like an interval ?

? Smooth criminal, I'm layin' like the mic move ?

? If your wife choose, she leave it overnight ?

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