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(upbeat music)

* Radio *

* She said she wanna go to Motown, wanna see how it is *

* That's 'cause she know that it ain't no town *

* In the world *

* That can sound like this * * This *

* She wanna kick it into drive *

* She wanna move forward on with her life *

* Fast cars, fast life *

* That's my town *

* Living in the fast lane *

* Can't slow down *

* Come and visit Motown *

* City of the blues *

* Feel like Berry Gordy when I step inside this booth *

* I need a Diana who gon come and sing the tunes *

* Or I could hit up Sada if I need to bust a move *

* Yeah, baby I'm from Motown *

* Wanna see how it is *

* That's 'cause she know that it ain't no town *

* In the world *

* That can sound like this * * This *

* She wanna kick it into drive *

* She wanna move forward on with her life *

* Fast cars, fast life *

* That's my town *

* Living in the fast lane *

* Can't slow down *

* Come and visit Motown *

- The fuck is going on?

Hey.

Hey, are you all right?

- What time is it?

- It's a little after seven.

You don't look so good.

You sure you're straight?

- Mm. I must look how I feel.

Last thing I remember,

me and Nikki was taking some shots earlier.

- Damn, it must have been more than a couple

to have you laying here in the staff room

with your ass hanging out.

- I must have fell asleep while getting dressed.

- You better get yourself together,

because we don't want Tiffany to come in here

and see you like that.

Come on.

- Girl, you will not believe the shit that happened today.

India.

Indy, what's wrong?

- Girl, you sound like a worried mother.

I think I just had too much to drink.

- Girl, I done watched you drink a whole fifth

and not even flinch.

- Not on no damn empty stomach.

I came here early,

took some shots with Nikki,

and forgot I haven't ate all day.

- Nikki? Since when y'all become friends?

I don't even recall you speaking to her last night.

- Do I hear a little jealousy in your voice, bestie?

- I'm not playing.

What else you remember?

(India sighs)

- Telling Nikki I was getting some food delivered,

and laying down in the back,

and next thing I know a couple of girls is waking me up.

- Something about this shit don't sit right with me.

You sure she ain't slipped you nothing?

- Nikki ain't got a reason to slip me anything.

And Honey was hanging around,

but she was nowhere near us when we started drinking.

- Uh-uh. I don't trust it.

Now I gotta watch Nikki ass, too?

- Wait, what you have to tell me?

- Don't even worry about it.

I'm about to call you a Uber,

'cause you not in the condition to work tonight.

- God, I can't take off tonight.

It's only my second night,

and you know Tiffany will fire my ass.

I'm fine.

I'm just a little...

I'm a little lightheaded.

- Oh, uh-uh. Look, I'll talk to Tiffany for you.

The last thing you need is to be

dropping these expensive ass bottles of champagne

or passing out on a customer.

Uh-uh.

- I cannot believe I got caught slipping like this.

- It happens.

Just don't let that shit happen again.

Now I gotta walk around,

and be smiling in these hoes' face like I fuck with them.

- I'm sorry.

- Sorry yo as in that Uber.

It'll be here in five minutes.

(Kyra knocking on door)

- Yeah. Who is it?

Come in.

- Hey, Mr. Davis. You got a minute?

- Oh, what's up, carton?

For you? Come on in.

What's up?

- So Indy was here, but she had to leave early.

She wasn't feeling too well.

- Okay. And what you doing,

coming in here trying to plead her case

like her lawyer or something?

(Brick laughs)

I'm fucking with you.

- You had me scared for a minute.

- No. She all right?

She seemed all right when I seen her earlier.

- I mean, that's the weird part about it.

Like she was fine,

and then she just got the feeling sick out of the blue.

- All of a sudden?

Or when them shots her and Nicki was taking back at the bar

started to kick in?

I see everything, sweetheart.

- Okay, so you saw she only had a couple shots.

I wish you could run the cameras back.

I think something else happened.

- Oh, hold on, "Blue's Clues."

Let's not go to jumping to any conclusions

and making some false accusations now.

I'm sure she did just drink a little too much.

- Listen, I know India,

and she can drink with some of the best of them,

so I have a hard time believing that.

But everything done in the dark,

it'll come to light.

- Shit, that don't work for everything.

- So is India good?

- Yeah, I'll talk to Tiffany about it.

- Thank you, Mr. Davis.

- No problem.

Hey Bacardi, before you go,

I think I got a business proposition for you

that's gonna make us a lot of money.

- Okay, I'm listening.

- Come back in here and have a seat.

So you a beautiful woman, Kyra,

but you know what's more beautiful than your face?

- What?

- Your innocence.

Gives you a little mystery that men are attracted to.

- And how exactly is that gonna make me money?

- Well basically, I'm looking for

somebody to come work the VIP area

and make my guests feel welcome.

Think you the perfect person for the job.

- What exactly does this job consist of?

- Nothing more than what you doing now.

Looking sexy, of course, and serving bottles,

except now, gonna do that shit for my elite clientele.

They tip very well.

- Okay, sounds good.

I definitely could use some extra money

to handle things back at home.

- So that's a yes then?

- Yep.

- Good. You can work your regular shift

until I get everything situated.

You should be ready to go by Friday.

- [Kyra] I'll be ready.

- Cool.

And of course you might have to change up

your attire a little bit,

you know, to stand out from the other girls.

- [Kyra] No problem. Thank you, Mr. Davis.

- No problem.

Oh and Kyra,

don't forget how important I take privacy

and discretion around here.

- Listen, I totally understand, Mr. Davis,

and I'm won't let you down.

Thank you.

- No problem.

I believe in taking care of my own.

(door shuts)

- Here you go.

Can I get you anything else?

- Yeah, your number would be nice.

- Sorry, I don't mix business with pleasure.

- [Client] Sure?

You're missing out.

- I'll take the chance.

I'll be back to bring you something.

Serious? What are you doing here?

- Came to apologize about what went down

with you and my baby mama earlier.

But I see you too busy in here entertaining these niggas.

- Entertaining niggas?

Bye, Terrance.

I gotta go.

- See this fucking job got you acting crazy already.

- No, yo red ass baby mama do.

Now if you excuse me,

I got work to do.

- Hey, I'm not done talking to you.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold on, player.

According to her, yes, you are.

- This ain't got shit to do with you, my man.

(Brick chuckles)

- See, that's where you wrong then.

Anything that going on in my place of business

got anything to do with me.

Kyra, you know this nigga?

- No.

- I think it's time for you to bounce, nigga.

- Excuse me.

What the fuck is going on right here?

- No problem at all, baby.

Boom was just seeing this gentleman out.

- [Boom] Let's go.

- [Terrance] Get your hands off me, nigga.

- We could do this the easy way or the hard way, nigga.

Let's go.

- [Terrance] Yeah, this shit ain't over with.

- [Boom] Man, walk.

- Now don't you got some tables or something

to wait on, sweetie?

(R&B music plays indistinctly)

I need to speak to you in your office.

- All right.

- Now, Brick.

Pardon me.

The fuck?

Hey, ain't y'all supposed to be doing something?

(door shuts)

- What?

- Nigga, you know what the fuck what.

Since when does my husband,

the owner of this very establishment,

play Captain Save-a-Ho to a fucking waitress

out there on the floor.

- Man, don't start that insecure shit.

- Last time I was insecure, I caught you fucking yo...

Oh, your sis. You remember that?

- You still bringing up shit from three years ago?

- Yes. Still bringing up shit from three years ago,

because nigga, I forgave yo ass.

I didn't forget shit.

- So why'd the fuck you marry me then?

- Well, goddammit, don't make me regret that shit.

I'm warning your fucking ass, Brick.

- I don't like threats, Tiff.

- Oh, okay, good,

'cause this is a fucking promise.

Did you forget whose name on all of this shit?

Nigga, the house,

I'm talking the cars.

This very fucking club we standing in,

because if I leave,

I'm taking all of this shit with me.

All of it.

(tense music)

(door shuts)

- Yeah, all right.

Okay.

- Damn, bro. You told me to come over here to talk business.

I thought your ass meant over some coffee or some cognac.

Not this working out shit.

- Yeah, well in these streets, nigga,

you better keep your mind sharp,

your body on point,

'cause young niggas will try you.

- Yeah, I hear you.

That's true.

The fuck are they?

You ready to tell me about your million dollar plan or what?

- Yeah.

(treadmill beeps)

Million dollar plan.

- Bro, champagne?

- No, not champagne, nigga.

Champagne bottles filled with liquid cocaine.

- Oh, okay.

You on some next level shit, huh?

- Technology is key.

- Well how will this work, bro?

You just gonna have your customers come in,

asking for champagne bottles or something?

- Close.

First, all sales are gonna be made in the VIP area.

- All right. That's smart.

- Then, certain VIP customers will come

with a complimentary bottle of champagne.

How your staff gonna know the VIP

from the regular customers though?

- All our VIP guests must meet my final approval first.

- How you gonna ensure that?

- I already thought of that, nigga.

The VIP requirements.

- Bro, I know at least 50 niggas

that can meet these requirements right now.

- You might know 50 niggas with $50,000,

but how many street niggas you know with $50k

on a credit card in they name?

All VIP customers must have a valid credit card and ID

in they name at all times

with $50,000 on that bitch.

You know, just to cover any bar tabs, incidentals.

- $50k, bro?

I don't know no nigga that's gonna run up $50k at a bar.

- You never know.

- Dawg, I don't know nobody in their right mind

who gonna agree to this shit.

- Nobody but the niggas that I want to,

and that's the whole fucking point.

- All right, man.

Let's just say some random ass nigga come into the bar

and meet the requirements.

Then what?

- They still need my final approval.

But just in case,

I got a little chick I'm gonna have work the VIP area,

somebody I know I could trust.

- Okay.

Hey, I know that look.

You got somebody in mind.

- Sure do.

- Mm-hm. Okay.

Shit, bro, it sound like you got everything together there.

- Yeah, everything I can think of.

She gonna get us rich, bro.

- Fuck, I'm in, bro.

Let's do it.

- Get this money, dawg.

- Hell yeah.

(tense music)

- How long you planning on giving me

the silent treatment, Ky?

I mean, how many ways do I gotta say that I'm sorry?

All right, fuck it.

Well, I guess I'm gonna just come back down

to your job tonight.

I mean, I'd rather get cussed out

than to get the silent treatment.

At least I get to hear your voice.

- What are you trying to do, Terrance?

Get me fired from my damn job?

So I got a beg for money every day like yo bum baby mama?

- Why can't we have a simple conversation

without you bringing up my baby mama?

- Because not only is Keisha ass ghetto,

but she's an unfit ass parent.

How the fuck you got two kids,

don't know how to take care of neither one of them.

- I mean, shit.

Miss Brenda had Keisha at a young age.

Shit, she barely knew how to be a mother,

let alone teach Keisha how to become one.

- I know you're not sitting in my motherfucking house

defending this bitch.

I know plenty of parents who grew up in bad environments.

Some shit just come natural,

and being a good parent is one of them.

- Look baby, I'm not trying to argue, all right?

- No, Terrance, you're not trying to hear the facts.

(Terrance sighs)

- Look, I miss you, okay?

I miss touching you,

miss holding you,

I miss loving you.

I mean, shit, between my long hours working

and you studying,

shit, now working,

I mean we barely had time for sex anymore.

It's been weeks.

- Well, go find another chick to lay up with.

Ain't that the excuse you gave me for

fucking with Keisha behind my back?

I ain't have enough time for you?

- Look, last night at your job,

you brushed me off like I was some type of random nigga

harassing you.

I mean, your boss called me some typical nigga

who can't handle rejection.

You ain't even correct the nigga, Ky.

- I didn't correct him,

'cause that's what you was acting like, Terrance.

- Look, babe, will things ever go back to how they were?

(phone chimes)

- Not when I'm constantly getting reminders

of why the fuck we in this predicament now.

(R&B music)

- You feeling any better?

- Yeah, I think I came down with a virus or something.

- Mm-hm.

You are aware of our employee drinking policy, correct?

- Yeah.

- Good. Let this be your first and your last warning.

Why is she dressed like that?

- Brick said she gotta wear red.

She's working VIP now.

- Brick told her to wear what?

- Tiffany. Tiffany, I need you here, ASAP.

We got a situation.

- What the fuck is going on now?

(door slams)

- Now stop slamming my fucking door.

Well, I ain't hear your ass knock.

- Well 'cause I didn't.

Man, what's this I'm hearing about Kyra

working in the VIP room exclusively?

- What the fuck that gotta do with you?

- Well, considering the fact that I've been

fucking and sucking on your ass

for the past two years,

you know well I should have been considered first

for that job.

I mean, do you have any idea

how much this bitch is gonna make in tips

every fucking night?

- This ain't about no tips, Honey.

What's this really about?

- What?

- You got half the dough boys in the city

tricking off on your ass.

So what's this little temper tantrum really about?

- Man, look.

Ever since you opened up this place,

you've been treating me like I'm some random ho

you just been fucking.

- You are some random ho I just been fucking.

- You know what I mean, Brick.

- Honestly, I don't.

- I mean, you used to treat me,

you know, like you gave a fuck,

like I mattered.

- Okay, look.

That's what we not about to do.

- Man, do what?

- Forget about your place, Honey.

- My place?

- Yes, your place, Honey.

You begged me for a job here and I made that shit happen,

but you don't and you won't

get no special treatment around this motherfucker.

Don't make me regret that decision.

- Oh, so that's it, huh?

What, you off of me and onto Kyra now?

- Man, look. Already offered the job to Kyra.

How the fuck would I look to take it from her

and give it to your ass?

- Well, like a nigga who didn't want his secrets to get out.

- I'm the same nigga that can make your secrets go away.

I'm not playing you.

You know what the fuck you really want?

* I gotta get you outta my head *

* Get you outta my mind *

* Fuckin' with these hoes put a hold up on the grind *

* Man I need to slow down *

(R&B music plays indistinctly)

- [Bar Girl] This is the gentleman

that would like to see you.

- How you doing?

I'm the owner.

How can I help you?

- Hi, Mrs. Davis.

I'm Inspector Johnston

with the State Health and Safety Board.

- Hi, Inspector,

isn't it a little past inspection hours, honey?

- Well, we try to catch code violations

during the establishment's open hours.

- Well, I'm sure that has nothing to do with me, sir.

We just open.

I don't have any violation.

- Says every business with a code violation.

Actually I'm here to investigate the allegation

that a member of your security team removed a customer

the other night by unnecessary force.

- It's a lie.

See, our security staff is thoroughly trained

to only use force when it's absolutely necessary.

- I figured you'll say something like that, Ms. Davis.

So tell me, does this look necessary?

Warning served.

- Oh, uh-uh, Inspector Johnston.

Is there any way we could possibly smooth this out?

Perhaps even make it cool with?

- And what might that be?

- Oh, Honey. Come on, baby.

Honey, could you take Inspector Johnson

to our special area and show him a really good time on me?

- Sure, Tiffany.

- Thank you.

- Come with me.

- Enjoy, Inspector.

(door shuts)

You got something you wanna tell me?

- Yeah. Stop slamming my fucking door.

- You got way bigger issues to worry about

than a fucking door, Brick.

Since when do we have one girl working VIP?

- Goddamn. Gossip spreads faster around this bitch than TMZ.

Jesus!

- Yeah, shit that I should be hearing

directly from my husband.

- Look, I just thought it was

in the best interest of the club, all right?

- And you ain't think it was in the best interest

to let me the fuck know?

- [Brick] No.

- This is our business, Brick.

- No, this ain't our business.

This my business.

Your business is a spa.

- You fucking that bitch, ain't you?

- What bitch, Tiffany?

- The bitch that my husband has tooken

a certain interest in.

The bitch you was almost in a full brawl

in the middle of the bar over.

The bitch that you just happened to

give the VIP position to.

What's next, Brick?

You gonna get this bitch

an employee of the month parking spot?

- You know what?

That probably ain't no bad idea.

- Keep fucking playing with me.

- Listen baby, I'm not fucking Kyra, right?

I damn sure wasn't about to fight over her the other night.

I'm simply trying to diffuse the situation

before it got outta hand.

- Well, what's up with this VIP situation?

Why one girl? Why her?

It's not fair to the other girls.

She's gonna be making twice as much in tips.

- You know damn well we don't need every girl in here

around our VIP guests.

Soon as they think a nigga got some money,

they gonna turn into some first class thirsty ass groupies.

- That might be true,

but why Kyra?

- Well, whether you like admit it or not,

Kyra the only girl in here that don't come off as thirsty.

- Yeah. She may not be thirsty,

but she's certainly manipulative.

Look how she manipulating your dumb ass right now.

- Wow.

You know what?

I'm perfectly fine with you picking somebody else

to work the VIP area with Kyra.

- Anybody?

- It's up to you, baby.

- Well, in that case I pick Honey.

- Honey? Man, she the thirstiest bitch in here.

- Exactly.

Honey may be thirsty,

but at least we know when it comes to picking sides,

the only side she's gonna pick is the one with the money.

- Yeah, well if you say so.

Here, make sure you deposit this

into the bank in the morning.

(bag unzips)

- We made all this in one night?

- [Brick] Yep.

Just wait until that VIP area open up.

- In that case,

I'm gonna let Honey know she can start tonight.

- Problem solved then.

There are more ways than one.

- How did that go?

- Problem solved.

- Okay, job well done.

For your troubles.

- Glad I could be of help.

- Yeah. And Honey, come see me after your shift.

I have a little proposition for you.

- Okay.

- [Tiffany] I like you, Honey girl.

- Maybe I've been going about this all wrong.

I might just be chasing the wrong damn Davis.

(snow crunches)

- Captain.

- Terrance, this is Officer Marcus Thompson.

- Nice to meet you.

- Out here he goes by the name of Jason.

Officer Thompson here has been our undercover

for the last couple years.

Marcus would you do me a favor

and bring Terrance here at the speed

on what you know about this case so far.

- No problem.

So far we realized Brick Davis's drug operation

has been spanned all across the state of Michigan,

so he single-handedly has supplied

most of the drugs to half the state.

But he never touches any of the drugs,

so it makes it really hard for us to pin a case on him.

- Eventually everybody slips up.

- Well, let's hope so.

You know I'm building a lot of trust

with one of the people closest to him,

so he's willing to set up a meeting.

- So until then,

why don't we focus all of our attention

on that club of theirs?

- I'm already on it.

I actually stopped in the other night to check things out.

- You didn't mention that to me.

- Yeah. It's good that you just got outta the academy, man,

and straight to undercover,

because your face is unrecognizable in the streets.

- Exactly.

- So what did you get on this little field trip of yours?

- Well, I mean, the place was pretty packed,

but I certainly would agree with you guys and the DA.

I don't think the Davises are necessarily living

a lavish lifestyle while selling

Long Islands and margaritas. - No.

- So what's your next move?

- Well, follow the money.

They having a grand opening for the new VIP.

- VIP room grand opening now?

- Where do rich people go to feel comfortable

enough to let their guard down?

- A safe environment.

- Safe environment around other people

who have just as much to lose as them.

For example, a room full of rich criminals.

- Maybe a VIP room inside of a nightclub

full of a bunch of illegal shit.

- Yep. I just have to figure out a way to get in.

- Well, I mean that's the easy part.

I've been in for two years,

and I've been dealing with nothing but middleman.

- Well, hopefully not for much longer.

- Hey, look, you guys keep me posted, all right?

Let me know if there's anything I can do

to help you guys out.

- Be on it, Captain.

- All right. Cool. I'll keep you posted, man.

Nice meeting you.

(tense music)

* 'Cause baby, you a boss *

* And I know, never take a loss *

* But it's time to pay the cost *

* And that's why you're the boss *

* You the boss, baby, you're a boss *

* And I know, never take a loss *

* 'Cause you put time, pay the cost *

* And that's why you're the boss *

- Be right back, baby. You need anything?

- You can grab us some Chinese food, I guess.

By time I get done studying you for this test,

it'll be too late for me to cook.

- All right. China, one on Jefferson good?

- Jefferson? That's all way across town.

Why you going that way?

- I mean, Keisha just asked me to pick up TJ

while she go to a job interview.

- On a Sunday night?

- [Terrance] That's what she said.

- And you believe her?

- I mean, it don't matter if I believe her or not.

I mean, shit, I'm not about to give her no excuse

to not get a job,

so she can stay outta my pocket.

- That girl could have 10 damn jobs,

and she's still gonna be in your pockets.

It's not about the money, Terrance.

It's about control.

- Yeah, I was thinking about that.

You know the Captain pretty much guaranteed me

that big promotion I've been waiting for.

- That's a good thing, right?

- Yeah, and no.

You know, with a big promotion come a big pay raise.

- The more money you make,

the more she could come after you for child support.

- Exactly.

I mean unless I can convince her

to take me off child support before my big promotion.

- You'll be better off getting full custody of TJ,

if you think she's gonna take you off child support.

- Well, you think we can handle full custody?

- Yeah, you can, if you hire a nanny.

Me, on the other hand,

I'm not playing full-time mom to no kids but my own.

- But you know you about to be a stepmom

soon as we get married, right?

- Keyword married.

And until then, it's your responsibility.

You made this mess, Terrance,

and I'm not about to slow my life down

waiting on you to fix it.

- I'm trying.

- Well, try a little more harder.

- [Terrance] I love you.

- See you later.

(Terrance knocking on door)

- What is up?

- Don't look like you dressed to go

to no job interview to me.

- My interview is bright and early in the morning.

I was not gonna have time to get myself together,

get TJ together,

drop him off to you,

and still make it to my interview in rush hour traffic.

- True. Where's TJ?

- He's sleeping, but I'll go get him.

- Hold on, Keisha.

Something I wanna talk to you about.

- Look, I am not about to apologize

for what happened between me and your bitch the other night.

- Yeah, and you know you was wrong as hell for that.

That's not what I want to talk to you about.

- Okay. Then what's up?

What you wanna talk about?

- Think I'm a good dad to TJ?

- I mean, there are a couple of things

that you could do better,

but for the most part, yeah.

- And I come through every time you need me to, right?

- Terrance, what are you getting at?

- I'm actually here to offer you something

that'll be good for the both of us.

- You know, I might like the sound of that.

- Focus, Keisha.

- All right, come on, Terrance.

What? You make me miss my show?

- I want you to take me off child support.

- Now what the hell would I do that?

- Because I could pay your child support payments in cash,

that way you don't have to report it as income.

Income that'll affect your government assistance.

- Okay, I'm listening.

Keep talking.

- So I pay you the same amount

that you're receiving every week,

plus an extra thousand dollars for TJ

on his birthday and for Christmas.

- And how do I know you gonna keep up

your end of this bargain

once I sign these papers for child support?

- Just in case you asked.

Have everything in writing.

Same amount you're receiving every week on Friday,

plus the extra payments.

Now all you have to do is sign,

agreeing to our new arrangement.

Ah, one last thing.

- And what is this?

- That's the request to drop child support.

- Damn! Do I even get a second to think about this?

- Keisha, I don't have fucking time

to play with you all night.

- You know what, I'm gonna go check on TJ.

I'll be back. Just...

Okay, he's still asleep.

What was we talking about again?

- Hold on. Lemme finish ordering me and Kyra food.

All right, done.

Now back to what we were discussing.

- Terrance, don't you know I've loved you

since we were kids?

- You might have, but none of that shit matters.

I'm engaged to Kyra now.

- So why you keep bringing your ass back over here

with me then? Hmm?

- Look, Keisha, we can't keep doing this shit.

Whatever happened between me and you was a mistake.

- You know you lost so much, Terrance.

You starting to believe your own lies.

I mean, Kyra not here,

so you can cut it with all the,

"Oh, this slipped up and happened.

"This was a mistake," bullshit.

I mean, me and Kyra, we basically sister wives.

- That shit not funny, Keisha.

- Oh, tell me something.

How would Kyra feel if she found out

that what we really been fucking around for over five years,

or that my oldest son is actually your son as well?

- But she won't, now will she?

- Well, that all depends on you.

- You know, I find it real crazy

that you had an entirely different nigga

thinking he was the father of that boy

for the last four years.

I mean, you had a nigga paying child support and everything.

If this shit ever came out,

honestly you got a lot more to lose than I do.

- Maybe, maybe not.

The only way we gonna find out

is if you give me what I want.

* Broccoli *

* All I ever wanted was some attention *

* All I ever needed was you to listen *

* Listen to the way I'm feeling *

* Girl, that's why you out here trippin' *

* You always bitchin' *

* Like that thing is what you been missin' *

* Still can't believe that you twistin' *

* Man, you fucked, those guys mean business *

* But you cannot measure my distance *

* You cannot measure my distance, no *

* A little bit *

* Yeah, you bug me just a little bit *

* I can't stop thinking bout the shit that you did *

* Like how you and Nani fucked over the kid *

* Oh, and it hurt me *

* Bitch, I can feel my brain burning *

* Now deep down inside I did not deserve this *

* The challenges, now I look bad as shit *

* All I ever wanted was some attention *

- What are you doing?

- Making sure I have evidence of our little agreements.

When is this supposed to start anyway?

- I'll file the paperwork with

a friend of the court tomorrow.

As soon as they notify me that everything's been processed,

I make the payments directly to you.

- Wait, one more question.

Just, you know, outta curiosity.

How's your little bitch feel about our arrangement?

- Respect my woman, Keisha.

- Why should I?

You don't. (tense music)

- Because I can make your life miserable.

- Just as much as I can make yours, Love.

- [Terrance] Babe.

Babe.

- What time is it?

- It's 10:00.

- Oh. What took you so long?

I actually had to drop TJ off at Miss Brenda,

'cause I got something to take care of early in the morning.

Wanna make your food now?

I put your plate in the fridge.

- You can make me a plate. I'm starving.

- All right.

- Oh.

So you just talked to Keisha about

dropping the child support?

(paper rustles)

What's this?

- Papers Keisha signed dropping child support.

- I can't believe she actually did it.

What's the catch?

- I mean, shit, once I explained to her

how receiving the child support payments in cash

would not affect her low income housing or food stamps,

she was all for it.

- I bet.

- Oh, forgot to grab us some water.

(phone chimes)

- Who the fuck is this DMing me this late at night?

- [Terrance] I know it better not be no nigga.

- What the fuck?

* Woo *

* Woo *

* Woo *

* Woo *

* Woo *

* Woo *

* Woo *

* You might not want to get close *

* Real love, I was *

* Covered in tattoos *

* Runnin' up, taking part of you *

* Stepping up place, feeling the fear *

* I know you feelin' it in the air *

* Whole squad wearing all black *

* Motivation's looking real bad *

* Oh, we bad to the bone *

* Raising a fire alone *

* We never needed nobody *

* Give me six feet, this is my party *

* Ain't got no feelings, we hollow as *

* Taking pictures out of darkness *

* Blow up this spot and we runnin' *

* Ready or not, here we comin' *

* Somebody better say a prayer for me *

* Say a prayer *

* Tonight may get a little crazy *

* Wild, woo *

* You can meet me outside, but you better buckle up *

* It's a wild ride *

* Welcome to the wild side *

* Wild, wild, wild *

* Welcome to the wild side *

* Wild, wild, wild *

* Welcome to the wild side *

* Wild, wild, wild *

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