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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.

* I'm too busy I'm too
busy I'm too busy babe *

* Bitches actin'
fake so I keep them at a distance *

* By the MKY so I get people... *

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

Mm...

Hey, what'd I say?

Hands where I can see 'em.

Sorry. Slipped.

* Let me call you right back *

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 Aliz�,

'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 L?
- What's up, Style Jean?

Mercedes' Last Dance. Hmm.

After seven years, huh?

Mm, took you long enough.

Well, my 401(k) 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, Aliz�.

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!

* Lil Brook S3nsi *

* Ayy Oh my God Ronny *

* New VVs on my wrist new
watch bitch I'm iced out *

* Hoes screaming when I walk
in tell them hoes pipe down *

* Hey two girls get sloppy off
them Percs they bite down *

* Five four three two one
take it off right now *

* Hey first the shirt take it off *

* Then the skirt rip it off *

* Make it twerk hey, hey *

* Put in work ooh *

* Like to get nasty shorty a freak *

* Pull on my hair we
gonna fuck up the sheets *

* Boom like the bass it
gonna boom like the beat *

* Mmm tell them come eat *

* Throwing it back in the club *

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.

* Oh, I said oh, hey *

* We need your ten percent *

* Whoa, I say all right *

* God needs your ten percent *

* And the Lord will give you *

* A blessing *

* Oh, hallelujah *

* Lord, will He bless you, huh *

* Oh, won't He make a way *

* Hallelujah, come on *

* Come on and give Him praise, yeah *

* Yeah, come on *

* Come on, somebody *

* Lord, get your money up in here *

* Come on and magnify the Lord with me *

* Oh, He is good and His
mercy is good forever *

* Hallelujah, come on *

* Somebody, hey *

* Hey *

* Hey *

* God loves a cheerful giver *

* And we know when the pages go up *

* The blessings come down *

* But you can't get your blessings *

* While you're still sitting down *

* Come on, somebody *

* I know y'all can hear me out there *

* Better give Him praise *

* Hallelujah, hallelujah *

* Hallelujah,
come down to the offering plate *

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.

* Let me,
let me look back at you boy yeah *

* Back for the boy yeah you
don't want none of this *

* Get what I want get
what I want boy listen *

* Get what I want get what
I want get it, get it *

* Get what I want get what I... *

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.

[INDISTINCT] 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!

* Juice *

* Yeah I like what you do *

* I like it better when you do it slow *

* Up and down round and round *

* On that pole *

* Got a lot of ass back there tell
me baby what you think it's for *

* Tomorrow's get hey it's okay *

* Make that dough pop it *

* Do it work it *

* Make that money pop it *

* Do it work it *

* Make that money *

* Sure enough for me I'm
trying to get me a grip *

* Make every dollar she
trying to get her some tips *

* Don't jump on her can
you give me a lift *

* After the club you meet
me back at the crib *

* I won't fall so tell me
when your flight leaves *

* She a Pisces headed
on the right team *

* It's your wifey not a whisper *

* On my balls baby I'm eight figures *

* Yeah I like what you do *

* I like it better when you do it slow *

* Up and down round and round *

* On that pole *

* Got a lot of ass back there tell
me baby what you think it's for *

* Tomorrow's got hey it's okay *

* Make that dough pop it *

* Do it work it *

* Make that money *

* Pop it do it *

* Work it make that money *

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 Beyonc�
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?

* I love money I love bags *

* I love cars turbo stack *

* I want Louis double V *

* I want Prada for my feet *

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.

* Everybody, everybody
wanna sit on my lap *

* Everybody, all these bitches *

* Go on, make that ass clap *

* Told you I'ma be there
and talk about me *

* Told you I'ma be there *

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?

* I prayed *

* Oluwa ay *

* He warned me *

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.

* Hell yeah know I'm with it *

* Look I got my neon road *

* I don't give a fuck
about none of these hoes *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah oh none of these hoes *

* I don't give a fuck
about none of these yeah *

- 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!

* Everybody, everybody
wanna sit on my lap *

* Everybody,
everybody wanna make that ass clap *

* Everybody,
everybody wanna sit on my... *

Rewind!

* Tell me no more fucking shit *

* I ain't throwing ass unless I
see some fucking money falling *

* Falling, falling, falling *

* Nigga let me see
them dollars falling *

* I ain't make my pussy talk
unless I see that money talk *

* Talk, talk, talk *

* Nigga can you make your pecks talk *

* I don't want no fat nigga *

* I want the six digits *

* I'm not at the mama though
bitch I want them nine inches *

* I don't want no fat nigga *

* I want them six digits *

* I'm not at the mama though
bitch I want them nine inches *

* Let's be specific *

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.

* So talking while you
wind up in my grill *

* You cut that check don't
bring it back you got a deal *

Come on, now! Come on!

* Unless I see some
fucking money fall *

* Fall, fall, fall nigga let
me see them dollars fall *

Lit up in this motherfucker.

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

* I like this this don't suck *

* Make me wanna grab on *

* Make me wanna stand
up don't roll your cup *

* Just spill it out a couple hundred *

* I can be bad done it *

* Good little hoes ain't
talking no real money *

* Time out thank you honey *

* Every little getting a boo
he'll never get the front *

* I see them dollar signs
I need something to fill *

* You say you love me nigga
show me that it's real *

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.

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