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All right, now.
Come on.

Let's go, baby.

We gon' be there soon.

All right, 15 minutes.

All right, people.
Back on the bus.

It's time to go.

Hey, little mama,
where you going?

We finna go.

Welcome to Saturday night
at The Pynk,

the finest shake joint
in all of Pussy Valley,

right off exit 29
in the Dirty Delta,

as fertile as the Nile.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

Shake that, pop that,
jiggle that fat ass!

Let's go up in this bitch!

Ooh, and this nigga gonna say,
"Can I get some change?"

- No.
- And I was like, "No, nigga, no."

Ain't like my G-string
a motherfucking collection plate.

Amen.

And here I thought stripping
was a recession-proof industry.

Whoo!

Bitch, how that pole burn,
though?

Better put some Neosporin
on that bitch.

Another scar
on my pretty-ass legs.

They gonna get you
with them pretty-ass legs.

Oh, shit.

Fuck!

What the hell?

Customer put his fucking beer
on the stage,

I do a monkey drop,

he end up busting me
in my fucking head.

You gonna need more than
some Neosporin for that.

You gonna need some stitches.

Mercedes, finish dancing
my turn for me?

Uh-uh.
My arms is tired.

I'm liable to fly right off
the pole into the crowd.

Mercedes, finish that girl turn.

- Hell, why don't you do it?
- Because I just went out.

I-I'll give you a blunt.

Miss Mississippi, bring your
black ass back out on this stage right now.

Right now.

Ooh.

Bitch, you gonna owe me
more than a blunt.

Can I borrow your hairpiece?

Ooh, y'all,
it is money out there.

Ooh, child, smell like
somebody that died up in here.

First day back
off maternity leave

and I get another fucking scar.

Hair can cover this one.

Floss can't cover that one.

- That's that bud.
- $20, nigga.

All right,
it be 30, little mama.

But that gentleman just paid 20.

Yeah, well, that how much it cost
for a pretty bitch like you.

That how you give compliments
round these here parts?

That's just the politicking
of The Pynk.

Uncle Clifford rules.

No funny money, no bullets,

and no motherfucking chips.

No chips?

Look...

take this 20 and my email.

Oh, your email?
Huh.

Ah, it's gonna be like that.

Take your Rihanna-looking ass
on somewhere.

Next!

Okay, you good.

Go on in.

Go ahead.

Back of the line.

Uh-uh.
Hands where I can see 'em.

Mm...

Hey, what'd I say?

Hands where I can see 'em.

Sorry.
Slipped.

I slipped again.

Hey, bitch!
Bitch, what the hell?

- I got this.
- Hey, come on, now!

I told you to keep your hands
off our girls, now.

Hey, motherfucker,
what you doing?

Bring your ass.

Get your hands off me, boy!

I done paid my damn money!

Come back soon!

Fuck you!

Faggot-ass nigga!

Hell, The Pynk ain't hitting
on shit nowadays no way.

Jesse, you best calm down before
I tell your wife where you was tonight.

I want my cover charge back!

You want your come back too?
Huh?

Well, now,
Jesse looked a bit drunk.

Mm, no, he just got
a bad case of blue balls.

That's why he wobbling.

Uncle Clifford,
you best not be serving no liquor.

Now, you know this new mayor
and his no tequila and titties ordinance.

Sheriff Bailey, you know me.

I abides by all
the county rules.

As you know, I have mine own.

Good. Liquor and pussy are like
a stick of dynamite.

Blow up in your face every time.

I wanna know what kind
of liquor and pussy

you sipping on do all that.

Clifford, ain't nobody got time
to be writing no summons.

What, you wanna come take
a look for yourself?

Make sure we living right
in this warehouse of sin?

Well...

it's a Saturday night.

Sunday morning
just a minute away.

Mm-hmm.

So let me break you off
some of these honey golds...

for your trouble.

Better get these home
before they get cold.

- Mm-hmm.
- Night, Uncle Clifford.

Night, Sheriff Bailey.

Better off letting him see some of these
bitches' pussy than some bank, man.

Oh, Diamond!

Did anybody ask your opinion?

All right, bitches.

Booty battle rules.

DJ Neva Scared gon' give each
bitch two minutes to turn up,

and after that,
you exit stage left.

Winner wins 50 duckets
and a hot plate.

Any questions?

All right, good.

Now, give bitch your name,

and you best not say no Alizé,

'cause last bitch that came in here
with that name, mm-mm.

Oh. Let me think
on that, then.

Next.

- Skrawberry.
- Skrawberry?

Mm-hmm.

My name Blue Cinnamon.

And where they do that at?

You ain't ready for this war.

Where your floss at?

Mm.

Maite,

can you get this bitch
beat for tonight?

Don't worry.
I got it, Uncle.

This one.
It light up in the dark.

- How much?
- 15.

But for you, 10.

Hey, that Yvonne Saint Lorraine
you rocking?

Yves Saint Laurent?
Yeah.

Bitch, what your name is?

I said what's your name?

A-Autumn.

Autumn Night.

Sounding all poetic and shit.

Mm.

Oh, man.

- What's up, Big I?
- What's up, Style Jean?

Mercedes' Last Dance.
Hmm.

After seven years, huh?

Mm, took you long enough.

Well, my 401 in need
of spending.

Besides, 25 retirement age
for a stripper nowadays, so...

Who gonna take over
your Sunday night set?

I don't know.

But come end of the month,

no more Mercedes Sundays for me.

Bitch, you crying?

Heifer, ain't nobody crying
over your baby-neck-smelling ass.

What you gonna do
when you leave?

What all G do.

Count our money.

Aww, it time for The Pynk booty battle.

First up, we got Blue Cinnamon.

Skrawberry.

Get it, Alizé.

Y'all need to give it up
for these bitches, man,

and bitches who are here
with they niggas,

don't be J; Give it up
for these bitches too.

And last but not least,

sounding all poetic and shit,

Autumn Night!

We got a winner!

Oh, we got a winner!

Mm-hmm.

All right, Autumn Night!

Mm, mm.

Don't spend it all
at the nail shop, now.

What's a girl have to do
to work here?

I mean, do I need to fill out
a job application or something?

Bitch, this ain't
no damn Walmart.

But there sure is a opening.

Hmm.
Nice ass.

Got a nice jiggle to it.
Hmm.

Them titties look like
two little bee stings,

but you work hard,
buy you some bigger ones.

Nice teeth.

You got good-grade hair.

I got Indian in my family.

Bitch, that's a Peruvian bundle.

You can start tomorrow,
if you wanna.

I don't know why you suddenly
start taking on more bitches.

Mercedes, why is you
over there yapping

when you the one leaving us
at the end of the month?

Hmm?

Mercedes' Last Dance?

Keyshawn, I was finna tell you.

I know you been saying it
for I don't how long.

But why now?

Mm-hmm. Oh.

Mm.

Oops.

My bad.

Is this one empty?

Slow your roll, high yellow.
I ain't gone yet.

Apologies.

Y'all bitches stinking hop
off this booty battle crown,

but best believe,

your ass ain't gonna last
one week neath these lights.

Fuck!

No, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no!

No, no!
No, no, no, no!

Oh!

No.
No, no, no, no, no.

Now, y'all done sent me
all these notices saying I'm behind.

A nigga roll up in here
with a check, y'all won't take it?

You made the bad check list
this month, Clifford.

Hmm?

Oh, y'all could have used
a cuter picture than that.

I'll be sure to tell management
about your request.

Look, just hold on
to this till next week.

I postdated.

Ain't that fine establishment
of yours in need of some toilet paper?

Who told you that,

your husband?

Cash or money order
on this equity loan

against the club
from here on out, Clifford.

And if I don't?

Then you and your
hoochie-coochie girls

gonna have to post up
somewhere else.

Passport, please.

See, these folks say
this ain't discriminating.

Y'all all best come on down
to The Pynk.

I won't take $35 out your check

to give you
your motherfucking money.

Mas dineros, negritos.

And some tequila
for you too, baby.

Mm-hmm.

Mm.

Sucker.

Five, six, seven, eight.

This ish y'all doing right here
ain't gonna get y'all no crown.

I mean, how y'all just gonna let the
Southaven Sizzles come and steal your trophy?

I mean, how?

I asked y'all a question.

- I did my part!
- Shut up!

If y'all don't learn nothing else from me,
y'all learn this.

In this life, you always
gotta go full out.

Ain't no mark in this ish.

Do it again, but before that,
give me 50 toe touches.

One.

Two.

Three.

Can't believe you got these girls
practicing on a Sunday afternoon too.

God don't mind,

'cause thou shalt not lose
to the Southaven Sizzles.

That girl done got too big

to be wearing shorts that short.

Her mom all right with it.

Four, five, six, seven, eight.

Can't believe I even let you hide your
booty money in the church building fund.

You sure weren't complaining when I
put that booty money in y'all account

so y'all could apply
for that loan.

Well, you got your pulpit
and I got mine.

You in a hole that deep
for a refinancing loan?

How you let it get
that bad, man?

Oh, nigga, hush.

We ain't never gonna be able
to keep the fridge on ice

with Mercedes
on her way out the door.

Tell me something I don't know.

Shit.

All right, all right, all right.

Everybody here?

Mm-hmm.

Where Keyshawn at?

- She coming.
- She just text us.

Oh, bitch constantly
be on CP time.

Y'all let her know
I'm instituting some new rules

for y'all hos starting tonight.

The new stripper math:

$4 off a lap dance,

15% off the private rooms
for the house.

The fuck?

Stage work was always
paid beforehand.

Now that include tip-out too.

Oh, come on.

You really gonna have bitches
hitting the floor

negative a Benjy?

Hell, if bitches ain't skip out
on tip-out at the end of the night,

maybe Uncle Clifford wouldn't
have to make y'all pay before.

Me and my girl pocketbook
getting fucked up over here.

Well, we'd all leave with
more scrilla in our pockets

if y'all didn't make
them weak-ass drinks.

Mercedes, you be the main one.

Always flodging like you
gonna come up off them duckets,

and at the end of the night,
your ass ain't nowhere to be seen.

DJ Neva Scared know.

Cool all that nastiness
down now.

Cool down.

Now, y'all know if it wasn't
for Mercedes Sundays,

y'all hos wouldn't be ringing
in nothing but $20 each on a holy night.

I don't know what y'all gonna do
without this Mississippi bread,

chitlins,
and corn bread-fed booty!

But I'ma pay what I owe y'all.

'Cause tonight this ass
gonna make it rain hella fast.

Maybe even some tetanus too.

I, um...

I fell.

Don't tell me it's corn bread

when I smell
them biscuits burning.

Are you all right?

Bitch, what you think?

Like I was saying, some things
gon' have to change around here,

and y'all bitches
better like it.

Go make them asses pretty, now.

- Gidget?
- Mm-mm.

Come get this baby. Co...

- I might break it.
- Come over here, girl.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

See?

You's a liar.

Now, burp her good, now.

Give me your shit
and sit over there.

Come on.

Mm.

Ooh, sorry.

I'm sorry. Sorry, sorry.

I hit him first.

What, you don't believe me?

I ain't said nothing.

I ain't said a word.

How many you got by him?

Two.

The other one over
with my mama now.

He say he love me.

Hey, I know that kind of love.

It feel good 'cause
it make you feel something.

Let you know you're living,

even though living ain't
'posed to feel that bad.

Come on.

You don't understand.

How come I don't?

Hmm?

Hell, I used to have a nigga
used to beat my ass.

- You?
- Sure did.

That's till I poured a pot
of hot grits all over his ding-a-ling.

Yes, ma'am, I had to Al Green
his ass something terrible.

And he ain't never bother me
no nevermore.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

Honey, I'm trying to get you
blent for the gods,

but I think a ton of this darn blend
gon' cover up all this ugly...

I don't know why y'all heifers just let these
niggas just fuck with your money like this.

That what he doing.

Think he can tell me
what to do with my money.

Girl, hey!

This is your money.

Right here!

Right here.
This is your strength.

You let a nigga take this away from you,
I don't know what you gonna do.

Hell, mm-mmm.

Mm.

Go on back there. Get dressed.

Here.

Yep.

It's opening time at The Pynk.

Ooh, whoo!

Now, you remember, we got that $3
dozen special on them Parmesan wings.

Why your nose so turnt?

I thought you liked
a little easy money.

I do.

I'm just wondering why all
these Mexican niggas here.

ain't even started yet.

Promised Land Equities.
Who that?

Whoa, Murder, let me kill that.

Go, dog.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Woddy, what the fuck
you wasting my tea on, man?

On the floral brick, nigga.

You wet it down, it keep your flowers
from drying out in the rain.

Faggot-ass nigga, you got a hobby
arranging flowers or some shit?

Fuck you.

They use these in the sprayers
down at the funeral home.

Kept the carnations
from wilting.

Boy.

Yeah, boy.

Ooh!

Hey, queen! Hey!

Slay, queen, slay!

Do it, do it.

Ooh, Little Murder
in the building!

Yo.

Goddamn, nigga.
Your fingers strong.

To the back of the line,
young un.

Hey, this is Little Murder,
nigga. You ain't know?

I don't know nobody
who ain't VIP.

It's all right.

Back of the line.

Ooh! All right, bitches.

Oh, where these asses at?

Nice!

Nice, nice.

Oh, niggas ain't gonna know
what to do when they see

what Uncle Clifford got
in her stable.

Come on, now.

We got some very important
penises out there.

Mm-hmm.

Yes, come on.

Whoo!

Ah, now, I need you

to break her in,
teach her how to work the flo'.

Nothing else.

Now, how the fuck you gonna
make moi of all people babysit?

Do you wanna trade?

I ain't think so.

Now, you go on and be
a good booty buddy, now.

Yeah?

Mm.

Damn!

Fall back, kinfolk.

My booty needs
some negative space

to be synched up in this bitch.

Sorry.

Want a drink?

No, bitch.
He ain't popped his tags yet.

- What?
- Ain't popped his tags yet.

Meaning he got
a cute suit from Dillard's

and gonna take it right back
for a refund before the week out.

I ain't worth the dance.

How in the world did you know...

Gotta always have them FBI eyes.

Watch.

Hey, rookie!

Which one you pick?

Um...

That guy with
the vintage "Space Jams"?

Yeah, that's 850 on they feet
and not in they pocket.

Ordered some fucking
Midori sours.

Hey, little mama.

Hey, I know you hear me
talking to you, girl.

Now, big boss over there

ordered that top-tier five-star.

Plus, look at how
he hold hisself.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Diamond, please.

You gonna eat your
Vienna sausages or no?

They ain't mine.

You know,
I can take care of that.

Many folks you killed
over there,

you don't need another body
on that conscience of yours.

Well, it's better his
than yours.

No, thank you.

Well, the offer's out.

If you, uh...

Mississippi, you on deck.

You-you sure?

Throw some ones up in the air

for Miss M-I-crooked letter,
crooked letter-

I-crooked letter,
crooked letter-

I-humpback, humpback-I!

Come on, now!

About to switch it up
real quick.

Y'all wasn't ready for all that.

Oh, yeah, yeah!

Hey, girl, hey!
Wanna come partake in my little party?

Seem like you got your lap full
right about now.

No, my lap big enough
to accompany all that there.

Well, if I'm gonna twerk it,

you gon' have to make
this G-string greener than I never seen.

Ooh, I like your consonance.

I like your assonance too.

Hey, fuck with your boy
for a minute.

I got a Louis duffel full
of coochie coupons, you heard?

Where you going?

That duffel could
hold eight stacks,

but you ain't got
nothing but five.

With them floral arrangement
bricks up in there,

it's hard to tell.

- Hell, I don't...
- Whoa, okay, okay.

So it's, like,
five stacks, then.

Four.

You just wasted a G
on these hos perpetrating.

Damn, bitch.
You's a OG for real.

What your name is, partner?

Little Murder.

Hottest rapper out in these
streets right about now.

- Little Murder, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

Is we spending four stacks
on a lap dance tonight,

or you got something else
in mind?

- Something else.
- Keep talking.

This champagne room busy,
you know what I'm saying?

Whoa, who that guy getting it
right there, though?

- Ooh.
- Nobody.

No, player, that's like Beyoncé
cousin with that blue dress on.

Hey, now, that's
a good metaphor.

Write that shit down.

Mm.

Guess I'm gonna have to swing
my stacks thataway, then.

Hold up, hold up, hold up.

You say you got
four stacks, huh?

- Mm-hmm.
- Let me see.

Okay.

Tell you what.

I pull in for your boy
over there

but you give us
all your coochie coupons.

- Double the trouble!
- Bet.

If you ain't laying down
no ones that'll keep that electric on,

you best move along,
brown Fubu T-shirt.

So I got a customer
want you and me in VIP.

You down?

VIP?

That's not what
Uncle Clifford said.

The way you getting down
up in twerk town,

you gon' have to come up
off of these training wheels.

Besides, I got a nigga
willing to pay two stacks,

a G for me and a G for you.

A G, huh?

Girl, that's double what niggas throwing
down nowadays in the champagne room.

Besides, you need to learn
how to handle VIP.

And who better to learn from
than a OG like me?

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Getting creamy up
in this bitch right here!

It's getting creamy!

Goddamn, man!

Redbone. Redbone, look my way.

Look my way!

I said look my way!

Hey! Don't make me have to wrap
a nigga balls round his neck.

Don't touch them
unless they touch you.

It's all copacetic
in the cut, Diamond.

Look, you gonna have to calm down
drunk as fuck over there.

Nigga, you doing
the most right now.

- She's straight?
- Yeah, she straight.

Mm, I see why they call you
Little Murder.

You ain't seen nothing yet till I take you
to the next level, you know what I'm saying?

Oh, that's the Paradise Room.

That's only for private,
private parties.

Well, if you want more,

there's something I'ma need
to put on you in private.

Autumn... be right back.

Finna take my man
over to the Mercedes room.

Y'all take good care
of my sis, now.

I'll be back.

No, dog.
My booty can't bump to this.

What you mean?

Ain't got enough tremolo,
ask me.

And these lyrics, though?

I mean, is you rappin'
in cursive or what?

Bitch, this trap reggae soul.

This slaw, what it is.

You ain't pinning this shit
on my badonkadonk.

Then fuck all my stacks, then.

That's fine.
Who needs your money

when a bitch got
some artistic integrity?

You're the bad one
of the bunch, I see.

Halfway right
but mostly sweet, though.

Like this neck of yours.

Come on, shorty.
Stop acting all uptight.

Drink some of this
champagne with me.

You mean sparkling wine?

What?

Redbone, you think you
better than us, huh?

Hey, hey, I didn't...

Then don't be getting
all saditty on a nigga.

Please, let go of me!

Yo, Pico, what the fuck?

Ah, shit!

Damn!

Hey, hey, hey,
get up off my nigga, man!

You wanna do things
the hard way, huh?

That's one way to VIP.

Damn, nigga.

Watch where you
putting them boats.

My bad, nigga.
I'm looking for that bitch.

Which bitch? Which one?

The redbone
with the white tank on.

- We ain't mean to offend her.
- What?

Nigga, what?

I said we ain't mean
to offend her.

Nigga, what?

I said we ain't mean
to offend her!

Come on over here.

Now, say what you said.

Damn!

This room on some Super Mario
save the princess type shit.

Nigga, what you know about
some save the princess?

That's before your time.

I'm a old soul.

Mm-hmm. And what was you saying?

Shit got kinda hectic up in VIP.

I wanted to apologize
to little shorty.

Oh. Well, she gonna have
to get used to it,

learn how to handle herself
if she wanna work for me.

Oh, so you the manager
round here.

I found me the man
I need to complain to.

Oh! Wo-man.

Besides, what you got
to be complaining about?

The Pynk got everything
that a man need.

We got white bitches,
redbone bitches,

high yellow bitches,
midnight blue bitches,

molly, hot wings,
Tums after the hot wings.

Seem like The Pynk got everything
but the one thing I really need.

Oh, this little nigga trying
to make me blush.

Don't make me fall the fuck out.

Well, I lays motherfuckers out.

That's why they call me
Little Murder.

That your government name?

It's my rap name.

So you just be...

doing little murders
as opposed to big murders?

I buys them all, baby.

Oh, is that right?

In fact, I got something
that'll murder you.

Hmm.

- You all right?
- What the fuck do you think you're doing?

Wait a minute,
are you taking pictures of me?

No, no.

I do, um, real estate.

Stupid me, I didn't take
all the pictures I needed to earlier

for a meeting with a client.

Hey, you all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.
Um, just needed some air.

Gets stuffy in there.

I couldn't breathe.

The smoke?

Actually, you got one?

No.

What's your vice, then?

Don't got one.

Can't trust a man
without a vice.

We all need to give in
to something.

Hmm.

True that.

Andre.

Andre Watkins.

They call me Autumn Night.

- Sounds all poetic and...
- All poetic and shit.

I'm...

sorry I was so abrasive
just then.

I just got a little shook.

Can only imagine what you gotta shake off
working up in there.

Your client's a vampire.

They got you out here
taking pictures after midnight.

No.

It's just that during the day,
this place goes ghost.

But at night, the spots round here,
they, uh, start poppin'.

Client just couldn't believe.

Let me see.

You got a good eye.

That I do.

Well, you ain't seen poppin'

until you come inside.

You coming in?

You trying to give me a vice?

Why? You want one?

No. No, no, I'ma head on back.

But it was a pleasure
meeting you, Autumn.

Actually...

It's Hailey.

- That's my name.
- Nice.

Well, good night, Hailey.

Everybody ready?

I said are you ready?

I know brown Fubu T-shirt over
there readier than a motherfucker, man.

Saucy-ass big forces there,
big-head nigga!

With your bald head.

But y'all better get ready, 'cause Mercedes
about to pop that ass for that cash,

you know what I'm saying?

- I need you to play this.
- This Mercedes-approved?

I thought you was
DJ Neva Scared.

Now, here every nigga
favorite night of the week at The Pynk!

Throw them Benjies up in the air

for the most luxurious booty
round these parts.

She a hood celebrity, y'all.

Welcome to Mercedes Sunday!

Rewind!

Oh, I need y'all
to say this with me now.

Uh, Mercedes! Uh!

- Mercedes.
- What?

Mercedes.

Fuck it up, fuck it up,
Mercedes.

Fuck it up, fuck it up,
Mercedes.

Fuck it up, fuck it up,
Mercedes.

Fuck it up, fuck it up,
Mercedes.

Fuck it up, fuck it up,
Mercedes.

Come on, now! Come on!

Lit up in this motherfucker.

Oh, yeah.
That's what I'm talking about.

Mercedes! Wait.

Why you didn't tell me you
was coming tonight, Ma?

You know I don't like surprises.

They love you.

Folks was willing
to give up their rent

and car note for you.

I didn't know you made
that kind of money.

Well, tonight was a good night.

What you think?

I mean, I see how you
manage your abundance.

You always said I was blessed
and highly favored.

Thank you, Jesus.

Where did I go wrong, Mercedes?

Mama, don't start
this shit again.

Why has my God forsaken me?

He must be so mad at me to have
given me a ho for a daughter.

Heifer,
I ain't never been no ho.

Your body is a temple, Mercedes.

Didn't I teach you that?

You sure did.

That's why when
I was a young un,

you sent me over to bend my temple
over in front of them niggas

to get them to buy our
breakfast at the Waffle House.

I ain't know the Lord then.

Bitch, you barely know him now.

- Stripping is blasphemous.
- No, Ma.

It art.
I transport motherfuckers.

Dazzle them, something you wish
you could do.

Oh, Mercedes, this ain't gonna
get you through the gates of heaven.

Well, I heard hell
hella lit, though.

With all this,

church should have been getting
double the tithes and offering,

with all the money I seen
these heathens waste on you tonight.

So you think I'm a waste?

You're not a waste, Mercedes.

But this is a waste
of time and your talent.

You think I'm doing this
for nothing?

You ain't been doing shit
but breaking my heart!

Oh, Lord!

This all my fault.

With everything I done done,
I... I deserve this.

Put her sins on me, Lord,
'cause I can carry 'em.

For her and for me,

and I don't care if I have
to die as a sacrifice

for this daughter of mine.

I will do everything
in my power to save her.

Save her, oh, dear Lord!
Save her! Save this ho!

Save her, Lord! Save her.
Save her, Lord!

Save her! Save this-save...

God is always grateful
for an offering.

But he'd be even more grateful
for your repentance.

The cash all I got
to give tonight.

Mm, mm, mm.

See there, see?
What I say I was gonna do?

That's $100 for you, Yoli,

and 60 for them snaggletooth-ass

bottle girls of yourn.

100 for... mm.

First time one of my sets
been roofied.

Little Schmurder must have broke you off
something real nice

to have you slip
that shit in on a bitch.

You better talk
to your boss about that.

That was Uncle Clifford request.

Hey, man.

Well...

somebody left two stacks
for your little champagne room experience.

That's a G for you.

And a G for you.

He said it was more than that.

Oh, well, you know.
It's always a lying nigga.

Or a lying bitch.

Mm-hmm.

Like you said,

15% off my cut of the VIP.

Mm-hmm.

And...$147 for lap dances.

Oh, look at that, 'Cedes.

She might have beat you
on the lap dance tip.

Why God made me talented
and lazy, I don't know.

She ain't do nothing
but lay up there looking light.

Well, that's what
yellow bitches do.

And where the rest
of your tip-out at?

- I ain't got it.
- What?

How the hell you in the hole
on Mercedes Sundays?

She done pulled that
Holy Roller bullshit again.

No. I already owe you.

Bitch, this ain't mine.

Little Schmurder,
he gave you that.

Hmm.

Nigga, just count.

Hey, you need a ride,
little mama?

No, I got one right there.

- Bye, y'all.
- Bye, girl.

Bye, girl.

Mm-mm. Wouldn't be me.

I don't care if man look like
Idris Elba in his prime,

circa "The Wire" 2005.

Wouldn't be me.

Mercedes, she gonna do
what she gonna do.

Mm-mm-mm.

How you getting home,
Miss Autumn Night?

You wanna ride with me
and, uh, Merc...

Uh-uh, bitch.

I ain't got nothing
but a two-seater,

and we done giving lap dances
for tonight.

I'm all right.

I wanted to stay a minute
before I head on home.

Home? Where's home?

Out east.

Oh, you wanna be heading east?

You should be heading thataway.