-(app clicks) -(tapping touchscreen)
♪
♪ I don't really talk or text, if I say I'ma ride, I'ma slide ♪
♪ I'ma pull up, Dade County hoes don't fold ♪
♪ Put some respect on my name on the net, bitch ♪
♪ Y'all wouldn't see us in step, bitch ♪
♪ Might lose your life talking reckless ♪
♪ Pussy hoe, you wish, fuck it
♪ I wish you would run on my bitch ♪
♪ How I lit the fire so quick, on the line so quick ♪
♪ Y'all won't even know what hit him ♪
See, we in this bitch making motherfucking hits, bitch! Ay!
Looking good and fat, hair laid, bills paid!
And our producer bomb as fuck!
Look at him! Who would fuck with him?
-Period! -(music playing)
(video stops)
-Okay. I see you. -(distant siren)
(typing)
Superstar...
-(continues typing) -(muttering)
-(sends text) -Yo, you know
any good breakfast spots around here? I'm hungry as fuck.
("Wootie Woot" by A1 LaFlare playing)
♪ On the yacht, your hoe call me health ♪
♪ Walk in the room, these niqqa lose they breath ♪
♪ Got on Mary jeans, I be fresh to death ♪
♪ Fresh, we hit the mall
♪ Fuck it up with Gucci
♪ Bad bitch, and you know she bougie...♪
After a long day
of seducing and scheming. (laughs)
-(click) -(notification chime)
(scoffs, clicks tongue)
Oh my god...
(exasperated sigh)
(sighs, clicks tongue)
Nigga, please!
Can you get off your phone?
You the one who asked for all these
extra laptops to help pay your bills,
the least you could do is pay attention. Okay?
I wish you had a fucking car.
I'm about to be all over the city and shit.
-No, thank you. I don't do the dirty work. -Still took care of you.
I can't believe this motherfucker had the gall.
-(laughs) -Who you talking about?
Francois Boom!
He in my DMs right now trying to link with me.
A-ha! He's seeing them numbers go up.
-(sighs) -You should link with him.
Go and shit on that nigga.
-You right! -Mm-hmm.
I'm the one performing at James Harden's party.
-(exclaims, laughs) -Yes! Of course
this nigga wanna link up with me.
-You feel me? -Old dick-riding-ass nigga.
-The nasty. -Get off my dick, Francois!
(laughs)
Why-- why are you so far away?
I thought you said we not fucking no more.
-This about to be the last time. -Mm.
You wanna come to my show?
-I think I could maybe get you on the list. -Mm...
I could bring a plus one?
-See? -(laughs)
I'm just joking, man. Of course, I'm finna come.
(smooth R&B playing)
♪
♪ I wanna put it in
♪ Put it in
♪ I wanna put it in
♪ Put it in ♪
♪ She junk, she junk, she junk ♪
♪ Keep it black and white, she still skunk ♪
♪ Give it everything you wish I want ♪
(gasping)
♪ Give her everything you need, call her Polly Pocket ♪
(moaning)
♪ You better deposit, mind your bulk and... ♪
-No! -Wait, baby, wait. Wait.
-You don't even know what I'm doing. I'm-- -I want swoops!
I got it. Here, let me do it.
Give me this.
Thank you. I mean, it was a good try though.
Thank you.
(Mia laughs)
Say "edges."
Edges!
-(shutter snaps) -(laughs)
Hey, what you doin', uh, later?
This new spot that just opened,
if you wanted to try it. They got punch bowls.
I know you like punch bowls.
So we both gonna be drunk with Melissa?
No, just me and you, actually.
Are you asking me out on a date?
Yeah.
(laughs)
Well...
I got rehearsal but,
can I let you know?
Yeah, for sure.
Come on, baby. Hug your mama.
-Bye, Mommy. -(sighs) Bye, baby.
-(door opens) -And don't be having my baby eatin'
-all that candy and junk and shit. -Lamont: She's my baby, too.
-I can do it if I want to. Come on. -(hip-hop music)
♪ If you ain't popping, there's no hate! ♪
♪ But for you hoes, I got no love ♪
♪ Don't play with me or her
♪ My bitch so bad, my bitch so bad ♪
♪ Dumb hoe, you mad, my bitch so real ♪
♪ My bitch so real, fuck how you feel, my bitch a vibe ♪
♪ My bitch a vibe...
-Hold up. One second. -(song stops)
Um...
It's lookin' stiff.
-What? -It's in the knees.
I didn't know we were going all-out! What do you mean?
If we perform it on stage, and I see your knees buckling
like that, bitch, I'm walking the fuck off the stage.
I'm not playin' with you. Queue up.
-You gonna leave me? -Yes, girl. We gotta get this right.
-Okay, let's do it again. (sighs) Okay. -Come on! Do it full-out!
(starts song, Shawna and Mia rapping)
♪ But for you hoes I got no love ♪
-(rapping continues) -DJ: Let's go! Ay!
I said pussy-cake, pussy-cake,
baker's man! Pussy-cake, pussy-cake,
baker's man! Let's go!
-(gunshot sound effects) -(beats mixed over song)
Announcer: DJ Grove! DJ Grove!
Mia: Yeah, you shot the whole club up!
-(gunfire, song fades out) -Announcer: DJ Grove!
Thank you, but can you just do your tag
one time at the beginning
-and one time at the end? -No doubt, no doubt.
-I got you. -We just wanted to whet your palates a little bit.
-Yes! Okay, it's gonna be a motherfucking movie! -(laughs)
Let's go.
(giggles) Okay. Let's do the intro.
-(music playing) -Hey, my name is Shawna.
Never been one to take this rap shit lightly,
and I'm better because of it.
Yeah, and I'm Mia. Straight out of Carol City.
Real true Miami Bitch.
You can't spell Miami without Mia. Period, hoe.
(both laughing)
Shout out to all the ladies in the house.
Know your worth. We got a song to help y'all remember
to make these niggas pay for y'all's presence.
It's called "Seduce and Scheme."
Y'all ready?
Shawna: (squeals) Okay! Okay!
(both laughing)
Girl, that was perfect! That was literally perfect.
Maybe when you say your name, just spell it out. Just say M-I-A.
-That's it. They gonna get the message. -Oh...
I like that. Why do I feel like my shit too long?
Like, should I cut somethin' out? You wanna add somethin'?
-(door opens) -No, I'ma add to mine. I just-- I gotta figure it out.
Ooh! Y'all sound good from outside.
-Y'all know we gotta be outta here soon, alright? -Thank you.
-I mean, shit, I think we got it. -Think?
Motherfucker, y'all better have it!
Brian got tours and festivals coming up,
and he for sure gonna be watching with a close eye.
There better be ass-shaking, titties bouncing, all that.
-All that. -(laughter)
You think Brian wanna be our booking agent?
-Come on. Y'all play y'all cards right. -(door opens)
-Oh, shit. Disperse! Yella! Andele! -Teacher: Again?
(groans) Can't y'all get your own area?
Damn, y'all some grown-ass women!
Take your stuff!
♪
-Shawna: How you feeling? -Mia: I feel real good.
-Shawna: Yeah? -Mia: Like, this shit gonna be amazing.
I know! It's all happening so fast!
Girl, this about to be our introduction into the world!
-I know! -(both laughing)
-Oh. -You about to go hook up with him?
Yeah, I gotta meet him in Overtown in, like, an hour.
-Mia: Mm. -(laughs)
So, Lamont ain't been at his grandma house in a while, huh?
-You is a fool. -(giggling)
It ain't even like that. He just be getting Melissa.
Well, I seen that he posted you on his little Instagram.
(giggles)
Girl, tell me why he asked me on a date this morning.
Niggas are so predictable.
Oh, now he want you 'cause you poppin'?
Girl, don't let him spin the block.
Do you think that's what it is?
He's never posted you.
Girl, I don't trust it.
My intuition is never wrong about these things.
I was right about Fatima.
And he's producing our music!
Like, I think it's better to keep those worlds separate.
Don't want you caught up in no Summer London bullshit.
-(clicks tongue) Hell no. -Stay strong, girl.
It's me and you.
(laughs) Oh.
-You like this? -(gasps) I can wear this?
-Dior-ior? -(squeals) Yes! Okay!
Okay, I'ma be Dapper Dan. Look at me! Okay. Cool, cool, cool.
-Thank you. -You about to be late.
I want Francois to wait.
He gonna be sitting there looking dumb as fuck.
(squeals, giggles)
-(sighs) -(quiet bar chatter)
Damn...
Hey! Yo!
-Hey. Hi. -What's up?
Yo, sorry I'm late, but.
Wait...
I know you're not wearing Dior.
Yeah. You're familiar.
-Dior to the floor. -(laughs)
Okay, Queen. I see you. I see you.
-You see it. -I see it.
-Can I get two Adioses? -Oh, actually, no.
Can I get a vodka soda with lime, please.
-Thank you. -Yep.
-Okay. Palates have elevated. -(soft chuckle)
-You drinking vodka sodas with limes. Alright. -Just one lime.
-I'ma still get the Adios. -(text notification)
Wait, hold up.
You leave town for two seconds,
niggas act like they can't breathe.
Hm. I know.
-(clears throat) -(laughs)
(Francois laughing quietly)
(laughing louder)
(both laughing loudly)
This bitch is hysterical.
Who's that?
My mom.
Yo, cheers to you, bossing up,
starting your own groove. Like,
you're really doing it. Cheers.
-Hostess: Hi. I can seat you now. -Shawna: Okay. Thank you.
Catch me up to speed. What you been on? What's up? What's new?
Everything, honestly.
You know, we're mad busy right now.
Lot of shit poppin' off.
Shit like what?
Oh, well, we got a song on a Spotify playlist,
independently.
Yo, I saw that shit. Congrats.
That's crazy. Did Jill help you with that?
-Yeah. -That's what's up. That's what it's about.
It's about helping each other elevate,
helping each other out, period.
I'm actually supposed to get up with Jill soon.
-Oh. Cool. -Yeah.
-That's cool. (clears throat) -This is crazy, right? Like,
everybody in the squad is eating right now.
We said this was gonna happen, you remember?
We're, like, everything is happening like how we planned.
-That's wild, right? -Yeah.
We got to celebrate.
-Yo! -(chatter stops)
Could we get some shots?
♪ One, two, three, and four
♪All this drip inside my closet, I can buy some more ♪
Yo, remember when I went through my woodwind phase?
-Shawna: Nigga, what?! A clarinet?! -(both laughing)
Yes, I do. Nightmares.
I really had you rapping like you in a episode of "SpongeBob."
-I'm sorry. -And I did it! That's the funny thing, I did it.
No! (laughing)
-You were a little trap Mozart. -I really was.
But I always had to work twice as hard.
-You were always way more talented. -Well,
-we can't all have it. -(both laugh)
Francois: But for real though,
like, this "Nann Badder" track...
-That shit's bananas. -Yeah!
-Hopefully, it just keeps going up. -It can.
It can. How much money you put into the marketing for it?
-Um... -Or, like, the PR? Like, the press lineup?
You know, like, what's the strategy
for radio, digital?
Yeah, we-we're figuring it out right now still.
Listen, it's hard to keep niggas' attention.
Once you got that attention, you do not want to drop the ball, so.
What's your management saying?
We're talking to a couple people.
Aight. Is it anybody I would know?
Yeah. Uh, funny enough, remember Chastity?
You know, Chastity?
(laughing) Chastity?!
Chastity-Chastity?
-Like, Titty Boy? -That's the one.
I know Chastity. (laughs)
D-don't do that shit. Don't do that shit, please.
(laughs) Unless you like being broke.
You gotta focus on somebody
who's gonna get you in the right rooms.
Prioritize that. Aight? Promise me you gonna do that.
I mean...
we could collab again.
That single is fire, so, like,
y'all should be getting to the money right now.
Oh, so now you know how to get to the money?
-Don't do that. -What about when I was signed to you?
We're grown now, and I'm just saying
I'm down to help you out. That's it.
I just produced Reina Reign's video, right?
-Oh my god. -I'm thinking-- I'm thinking that...
I could produce your video. What?
-Reina Reign? -Yeah!
Please don't talk about that Kardashian rapper around me!
-Who is writing her shit? -You got jokes,
-but Reina got fans, so... -(scoffs) Okay, and she got baby hairs.
Don't know how that happened.
All her songs sound stupid.
(mocking) Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
-Me and my bitches, we all gonna ball. Ay! -I might use that
because Humpty Dumpty is a bop.
People been bumpin' that shit for centuries.
So, thank you. I appreciate that.
And Reina got five million views on her new video.
-Five million views? -Yup.
-And she opening for Gunna next week. -(scoffs)
This shit is a joke!
(laughs)
Shawna, don't be an asshole.
How am I an asshole? Because I don't think her music is good?
Her music is good because I make her music,
so the shit is objectively good.
-(sighs) -You just stay hatin' on shit.
That's your only fuckin' mode is just hatin' on some shit.
No. I don't like supporting bullshit.
I supported your ass, and you stole my fucking song.
-I did not steal your fucking song, Shawna. No, I didn't. -Yes--
I don't know if you remember,
but I paid you for all your time.
With! With money that I ain't even have.
I don't know if you recall, but we was broke.
Okay, you got money now though, right?
Why don't you just give me the credit that I deserve?
All you could fucking say
was shit about changing my whole shit!
-And you're welcome. -What are you talking about?
I'm talking about the fact that
everything I told you to do, you're doing.
Down to the look, the sound, the branding.
Everything I told you, you're doing right now,
and look how it's going for you.
So you're fuckin' welcome.
What was the name of that one track again?
"Seduce and Scheme." That was it, right?
You know who would be really good on that?
Reina Reign.
-You're an asshole. -I think she could be great.
-You're a fucking sellout. -We could even lay the baby hairs, if you want.
-(insects chirping) -(muffled bar chatter)
(typing)
(sends text)
-(clicks tongue) -(notification chimes)
(sighs)
♪ Yeah, hoe! Yeah, hoe!
♪ Just writing up a check, pussy dripping on his neck ♪
♪ He like, "Can I take you out?" ♪
♪ I'm like, "Nah, we can't do that ♪
♪ My other nigga's gonna get mad ♪
♪ You don't fuck up my bag
♪ I'm just trying to get this paper... ♪
(Shawna gasps)
(indistinct chatter)
-Mia: You see that? -Shawna: Yay!
(overlapping cheering)
Y'all already know I'm finna link with the homies!
Star-studded event at Star Island.
Had to bring my supernovas with me.
(all cheering, chattering)
-Oh, come on! Hey, hey, let's go. Let's go. -(beep)
-(car door shuts) -Brother Brian!
-What's up, baby? -Yo, what up?
-Hey, this my group. -Brian: Oh shit.
The schemers are in the building!
(laughs) So that's what you're all about, huh? Aight, come on.
-Let's get y'all set up in a room. Yo, J! -Chastity: Follow him.
Uh-huh.
Tobe Nwigwe's people just hit me. He still needs the address.
-Sending it over now. -Good.
Chastity: Footsteps sound real different under these 100-foot ceilings,
huh? (laughs)
Mia: What? Is this for us?
♪
(sighs)
(deep sigh)
You okay?
Yeah. Yeah! Yeah.
How did everything go with Francois?
-It was fine. -Mm.
Girl, did you see the dressing room next to us?
-Mm-hmm! -It say "Timbaland" on the outside!
-Girl! -(both laugh)
Our future starts tonight, okay?
-Get in the game! -Okay, okay.
-(hip-hop music) -Mia: Let me get these brushes so I can do my makeup.
♪
(sighs) Another day, another mansion.
-Follow me, hoes. -Damn, Chastity!
Why you never invite us to parties like these?
This is nice!
It's not even a filter this time, y'all.
I'm really at a mansion.
Look at this Bugatti!
Ooh! I call dibs on whoever's driving that.
-I'ma put my pussy on it. -I'ma put my pussy on it, too!
I'ma put my pussy on it three!
The fuck! If you don't get your ass off the motherfucking car!
Damn! Can y'all be serious? This a big opportunity for us!
Read the room!
Hey, look, if y'all play y'all cards right,
all this can be regular.
For everybody!
Aight?
-Sir, yes, sir! -Girl, shut the fuck up.
-Man, come on. -Deja: Stupid-ass hoes.
♪ All that shit like, bitch, be ready in a hour ♪
♪ I got a call, say "Be ready in a hour" ♪
♪ I'ma need about two, bitch, I gotta take a shower ♪
♪ I'ma change five times 'cause I'm so indecisive... ♪
-(party chatter) -Chastity: Aight, so over there next to the Henny fountain,
that's the DJ from 99 Jamz.
Uh-huh. Oh, look to the left.
You see that nigga with the bald spot?
That's the A&R with Interscope, and I already told him
about y'all. He wanna meet.
Yes, manager! You better.
Come on now.
-(indistinct chatter) -Shawna: Oh my god.
-That's Timbaland right there. -Chastity, we gotta meet him!
Don't even trip. I got y'all. Come on.
-Timbaland: Alright. I see what's going on over here. -Chastity: Timbo!
Ha, what's good, baby! (laughs)
(imitates record scratch) Hey!
Hey, B, why you ain't tell us you was blessing us
with Tim-Tim. Huh? Ay,
me and Big Gator, we was just at Tootsie's a few weeks ago!
Hey, do me a solid, Mia. Flick us up. Flick us up.
Yeah, get us right.
Look like we matching, low-key pastels.
-Aight. -Ha! Look.
-Chastity: Yeah! -(shutter snaps)
Chastity...
Oh, my fault. This my group. This Mia and Shawna.
-Timbaland: What's up... -They got the hottest record in the city right now.
-Oh, that's what's up. -Can they get a picture?
-Yeah. Come on. -Get over there, y'all.
Get over there.
Don't even worry. I got y'all. I got y'all. Y'all look good!
Yeah, but look, like I was saying, me and Big Gator,
-we go way-- -Timbaland: Hold on, hold on, hold on.
-Did you say Big Gator? -Yeah!
-Big Gator from Little Haiti? -Told y'all. Yeah!
I don't fuck with him. Uh-uh.
Brian, let me holler at you, man.
(nervous laugh) Who is Big Gator?
Come on, man. That's what we do?
We inviting groupie niggas now?
Don't even trip. I know other people he know, you know?
-Other people he know? Is you crazy? -You made him mad.
Aight, we got some food. Get you something to eat or something.
Yo, Chas. Can I talk to you for a second?
Come on. But look.
-Y'all go outside. I'ma meet y'all outside, aight? -Mia: Okay.
Let me holler at my mans right here.
-What's good, bro? -Girl, you gotta chill.
Niggas didn't come here to be doing photo shoots.
-This ain't the place for that. -My bad, man.
-You know how it is. -No, I don't.
Just chill the fuck out.
-Aight, say less. I got you. -Damn. Tim!
My bad, bro.
♪
♪ Tell me if I throw it at you, baby, can you handle it? ♪
♪ Tell me if I throw it at you, baby, can you ♪
♪ Tell me, if I throw it at you ♪
(muffled music continues)
Shawna: Oh my god. RJ Daniels. He reps real rappers.
Rapper-rappers. Come on.
Hi. Are you RJ Daniels? You're Tobe's manager?
-Yeah. -Yeah. I'm Shawna, this is Mia,
and we're in a rap group together.
We're gonna perform tonight, actually.
Oh shit, I remember you.
That viral video you made was, was epic.
-You in a group now. -Shawna: Yeah, I'm in a group.
I just wanted to try something new,
but I came over here to tell you that, like,
I love your work, and I love what you do with Tobe.
-The work y'all do is so inspirational. -I love that.
That's great. So, uh,
-tell me about your group. -Shawna: Oh, okay.
Mia does the branding aesthetic, all that,
but I'm the pen behind the bars.
-Oh, you the pen, huh? Well, good luck. -(giggles)
Can't wait to check you guys out tonight.
-Especially you, Ms. Pen-Behind-The-Bars. -(giggles)
See, girl? That is the type of manager we need.
Somebody who will make us grow.
-I thought Chastity was doing that already. -Is she doing that?
Can we go get a drink?
Yeah. I love to perform drunk. Let's go.
-(music continues) -(party chatter)
Excuse me. Excuse me. Hello?
-(typing, sends text) -Uh, excuse me?
Can I get a drink?
Hello?
-People so rude. I know she hear me. -(sighs)
-Shawna: Girl... -Hi.
that's Ca$h Cha$er the GOAT that's right next to you.
-Here you go. -Ca$h: Appreciate you.
Damn.
-What the fuck? -Ca$h: Damn. You was mad close.
It's Hennessy White, though. It might not stain.
Girl, it's okay. No, it's okay. Come on.
-It'll dry. It'll dry! It's black, too. -It'll dry?
- It doesn't matter. -It's almost showtime. Y'all ready?
Now? Okay, let's go!
Come on, girl, let's go.
-(giggling) -What's wrong with her?
Some fine nigga spilled somethin' on her.
(indistinct rapping)
(party chatter)
DJ Grove: Hey, yo, yo, yo! Check this out! Check this out! Hey, ladies.
Shout out all y'all with good money
and even gooder pussy! (laughs)
(cheering)
Yo, my man Timbaland in the building!
Wingstop caterers, y'all make sure y'all go get
some lemon pepper thighs! It's James Harden's
early season bash! We poppin' bottles till the sun come up!
-I'm DJ Grove! Let's go! -(music starts playing)
Attention, bitches.
First off, it's fuck your bitch and the clique you claim.
Me and my bitches really insane.
Feel me?
-Real bitches to the front. -Ay!
Flawed bitches to the back.
-Shawna: Ay! Period! -(music builds)
♪ My bitch so bad, my bitch so bad ♪
♪ Dumb hoe, you mad, my bitch so real ♪
♪ My bitch so real
♪ Fuck how you feel, my bitch a vibe ♪
♪ My bitch a vibe
♪ She can fuck this shit up every time ♪
♪ 'Cause she my bitch, yeah, that's my bitch, uh ♪
♪ Pussy hoe, you wish, fuck it
♪ I wish you would run on my bitch ♪
♪ How I lit the fire so quick, on the line so quick ♪
♪ Y'all wouldn't even know what hit ♪
♪ Wouldn't even know who did, wouldn't even know what's next ♪
♪ YSL down when I flex, I don't really talk or text ♪
♪ If I say I'ma ride, I'ma slide, I'ma pull up ♪
♪ Dade County hoes don't fold, outside hot but inside's cold ♪
♪ Yeah, I talk back, never do what I'm told ♪
♪ Bad bitches deep any time we roll ♪
♪ Y'all hoes see it, but can never be it ♪
♪ Might fuck ya nigga, yeah, might let him eat it ♪
♪ Diamonds on my neck, li'l bitch stay gleaming ♪
♪ No competition, the main bitch leading, I'm right here ♪
♪ My bitch so bad, dumb hoe, you mad ♪
♪ My bitch so real, my bitch so real ♪
♪ Fuck how you feel, my bitch a vibe, my bitch a vibe ♪
♪ She can fuck this shit up every time ♪
♪ 'Cause she my bitch, yeah, that's my bitch ♪
♪ Gold mouth, that's south Dade, fat ass, that's south-made ♪
♪ My bitch, yeah, she's 'bout it, play niggas like arcades ♪
♪ Yeah, stepping on necks, running up checks ♪
♪ My bitch do like ballets and flex ♪
♪ And that's a fact, put some respect on my name on the net ♪
♪ Y'all wouldn't see us in step, bitch ♪
♪ Might lose your life talking reckless ♪
♪ Whoever want it can get this
♪ Run through these niggas like checklist ♪
♪ Stunt on you bitches like checkmate ♪
♪ If you ain't popping, there's no hate ♪
♪ But for you bitches got no love ♪
♪ Don't play with me or her, my bitch so bad ♪
♪ Dumb hoe, you mad, my bitch so real ♪
♪ My bitch so real, fuck how you feel ♪
♪ My bitch a vibe, my bitch a vibe ♪
♪ She can fuck this shit up every time 'cause she my bitch ♪
♪ Yeah, that's my bitch!
-Mia: Real Carol City shit here! -(crowd cheering)
-See? That's what it's about! -(applause)
Real moments with real fucking people!
Mia: Yeah.
-("Seduce and Scheme" starts) -(crowd cheering)
-(heavy breathing) -(beat drops)
(panting) DJ, hold the music one second.
-(music stops) -What you doing?
Can I bust something real quick for y'all?
-(panting) -Audience Member 1: This your moment!
-Let me gather my thoughts. -Audience Member 2: Okay, okay, okay!
-(heavy breathing into mic) -(audience chattering)
Audience Member 3: Take your time!
-(breathing relaxes) -Audience Member 4: Let Him use you!
(acapella) ♪ Pro-life, but in this rap shit ♪
♪ I'm killing my daughters
♪ You spent your whole check on a chain ♪
♪ And that bitch still ain't water ♪
♪ You got a top record producer ♪
♪ Ghostwriter, million-dollar deal ♪
♪ That bitch still ain't Shawna ♪
♪ Talking down to my name, not knowing the rank I spit ♪
♪ Gave y'all hoes the blueprint, this the fucking thanks I get? ♪
♪ Y'all boosting these wack rappers ♪
♪ Like I ain't that bitch, like I ain't top six ♪
♪ And like my bank not thick, the fuck? ♪
♪ We could go bar for bar, find out who really that bitch ♪
♪ Me, motherfucker, me
♪ I'm feeling like you niggas owe me respect ♪
♪ I got the city on my back
♪ Like it's a letterman's vest, the best of the best ♪
♪ Say it with my whole fucking chest ♪
♪ You bum bitches bow down and kiss ♪
♪ My pedicure set, ya dig?
-What's up?! -(silence)
Audience Member 5: The fuck?
-(heavy breathing) -(awkward silence)
Okay, now for the realest bitch in the motherfucking room!
Mia, don't fail me now, girl.
Talk to 'em. Let's go, talk to 'em.
-Let's go! -(audience murmuring)
-DJ Grove: Well, that's our time, people! -No, we not--
Y'all give it up for Shawna and Mia, everybody!
-Shawna and Mia! -Shawna: What do you mean we have to get off now?
-DJ Grove: Y'all make some noise! -Wait, we haven't finished...
-(sighs) But-- -DJ Grove: Y'all stay up!
-Thank you! -(crowd cheering)
DJ Grove: Okay, it's time
to turn this party up! Let's go!
-(crowd cheering) -(club music playing)
♪ Nigga in my bedclothes
♪ As they crashed in
♪ All my friends are fake hoes ♪
-(muffled rapping) -(room chatter)
Thirsty-ass niggas.
(laughs)
Damn, li'l mama.
-Come here. Say "ah!" -Uh, uh, uh!
No! I don't drink while I'm at work. I'm good.
Aight, bitch.
You real uptight for somebody giving out free pussy.
What did you just say?
They didn't let us finish our set
so they can play "Wockesha" for the third fucking time?
Man, you went over y'all time trying to 8 Mile the whole set!
-You didn't tell me it was a time limit! -Chastity,
you need to be up in there checking these niggas.
-It's messy. -Shawna: Wait.
Are you working this party?
Yeah. What's the problem?
(claps)
That is so unprofessional!
Chastity! How are people
supposed to take me and Mia seriously
-if you are pimping at the function?! -Bitch, what?
-Man, it ain't even a issue. -How is it not an issue?!
People associate us, right?
I don't know if you're cool being a joke, but I'm not.
Chastity.
-Chastity! -Deja, you gotta let me handle business.
W-w-what's the problem?
-Are we getting paid for this? -Listen,
we trying to build a clientèle tonight. This an investment.
Deja: So this was your plan?
Chastity, when you gonna tell them girls
they ain't getting paid?
Hell no. You got me fucked up--
Bitch, who the fuck you think you talking to?!
Better watch your motherfucking mouth when you talk to me.
Man, I'm tired of y'all testing me!
Know your fucking place!
Now, walk your ass back in there and get to work!
Yeah, walk, bitch!
-(Deja sighs) -(muffled music)
I can't believe you did that.
Girl, I was so caught up in the moment.
It was embarrassing as shit.
-I thought this was supposed to be about us. -It was kind of a moment.
For real! People were recording it!
They were fucking with it!
-Bitch, is you crazy? -Girl, I just wish
that we knew that we didn't have that much time.
What was the point of rehearsing
if you was just gonna do some fuck shit?
-Girl, I didn't know they were gonna cut us off! -Girl, you knew that.
-Mia, come on! -Fuck your selfish ass.
♪ Aye catch me 95 South, doing the buck in the wraith ♪
♪ Super soft leather seats, with the luxury suede ♪
♪ Hottest bitches in the streets, Yung Miami, JT ♪
♪ They cut the check in the A, but we busting in day ♪
♪ Girl, don't be mad 'cause you fucking a lame ♪
-(song fades out) -(door opens)
(quiet TV chatter)
-(closes gate) -Yo.
How was it?
-(mutes TV) -Exhausting.
I put baby down. Hm.
-(shuts off TV) -(puts down remote)
Let me get out your hair so you can get some sleep.
Lamont.
What's up?
("Freaky Deaky" by Enchanting playing)
♪
Hm?
Yeah.
♪ He ain't never had a freak though ♪
♪ Put it on him to the beat
♪ Have him bustin' in the sheets ♪
♪ He ain't never had a freak though ♪
♪ Might've had them other freak hoes ♪
♪ But you ain't never had a me ♪
♪ Say he like a freak
♪ Throw it back and watch me fuck it up ♪
♪ This shit get wet, that nigga got bands ♪
♪ And make him throw it up That's my sneaky link ♪
♪ He pull up on me, and then he show me love ♪
♪ Love when he beat it, ayy, put me on the plate ♪
♪ Love when he eat it up
♪ Yeah, take a bitch to the hotel ♪
♪ Ooh, was with my nigga... ♪
I'm feeling like y'all motherfuckers owe me respect!
-I got the city on my back like it's a letterman-- -(stops video)
Various Commenters: Oh no, baby.
Wait, who is she talkin' about?
What the fuck is she on, and how can I get some?
-She dragged herself. LOL. -Wanna get away?
-I want my time back. -She just overcompensating
-because other one fine. -Why can't y'all just
stay in y'all lane and do makeup or something?
Mia is all of us right now.
Hey, the other one forgot the words.
Mia ready for slap-down round two.
-Mia just needs to go solo. -The one time
we need Mia to slap somebody, and she lets us down.
Not gonna lie, I like Mia quiet.
Mia tryna stop it, but the bitch can't rap! (laughs)
♪
(FaceTime ringing)
-(ringing) -(sighs)
(ringing)
(hangs up)
(typing, sends text)
(sighs)
(inhales, exhales)
-(giggles) -Goddamn, Ma.
-I was just trying to watch my baby and shit. -(clicks tongue) Mm!
Just make sure you keep that same energy.
Shit, you, too.
Was talking about Melissa.
Regardless of what we doing.
That's a given.
(sighs)
What's your problem?
Mia, don't be quiet, alright?
Say what's on your mind.
Why you... Why you asking me out?
Why now?
I just finally feel like we're on the same page.
(sighs) Is it because of the music?
I guess that's...
part of it, but not the only reason.
Why?
Just curious.
I really wanna see where this goes.
For real.
♪
(giggles)
♪ Slob on my cat, lick it from the back ♪
♪ Put this pussy on you, nigga don't get too attached ♪
♪ Slob on my knob, a showstopper ♪
♪ And she get that fatty whopper, pussy proper ♪
♪ Oh, that shit so sickening, call a doctor ♪
♪ Diamonds singing, glistening ♪
♪ It's an opera
♪ Got a guilty pleasure
♪ Up against all on my neck, ho ♪
♪ Nigga feel this pressure every time a bitch uploads ♪
♪ Every time I pop out in your city I'm in your chest, ho ♪
♪ Pull up on your baby daddy, watch me ride his face, ho ♪
♪ Slob on my cat, lick it from the back ♪
♪ Put this pussy on you, nigga, don't get too attached ♪
♪ Slob on my cat, lick it from the back ♪
♪ Put this pussy on you, nigga, don't get too attached ♪
♪ Ay, slob on my knob, a showstopper ♪
♪ And she get that fatty whopper, pussy proper ♪
♪ Oh, that shit so sickening, call a doctor ♪
♪ Diamonds singing, glistening ♪
♪ It's an opera
♪ Catch me in your city
♪ And I'm lookin' like a knockout ♪
♪ Corny ass hoes talking, never wanna pop out ♪
♪ High-class kitty, all you other bitches dropouts ♪
♪ Pussy on the drop for me, he gotta bring the mop out ♪
♪ Slob on my cat, lick it from the back ♪
♪ Put this pussy on you, nigga, don't get too attached ♪
♪ Slob on my cat, lick it from the back ♪