[BIRDS CAWING]
[GRUNTING]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
♪
[BABY CRYING]
WOMAN: All right, now. Come on.
Let's go, baby.
We gon' be there soon.
♪
[ENGINE REVVING]
♪
[AIR BRAKES HISSING]
♪
DRIVER: All right, minutes.
[AIR HISSING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
♪
All right, people. Back on the bus.
It's time to go.
♪
Hey, little mama, where you going?
We finna go.
♪
[WATER RUNNING]
♪
[MUFFLED YELLING]
[SIGHS]
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
♪ Down in the valley ♪
♪ Where the girls get naked ♪
♪ If you throwin' bands ♪
♪ Then you know she gon' shake it ♪
♪ One, two, break 'em ♪
♪ Three, four, rake 'em ♪
♪ These n*gg*s grind hard ♪
♪ But these b*tches grind harder ♪
♪ Climbing up the pole just to get out the bottom ♪
♪ The crowd below ♪
♪ Stay ready for the show ♪
♪ The pimps, the dough ♪
♪ Don't let it take your soul ♪
♪ We make fallin' on the sky look easy ♪
♪ Look at my b*tches ♪
♪ Gangsta walking on the ceiling ♪
♪ Green on the flo' ♪
♪ Money talk, can you hear me? ♪
♪ This world is so addicting ♪
♪ But dreams is expensive, keep spending ♪
♪ Work hard for the top, can't fall now ♪
♪ But whatever goes up must fall down ♪
♪ What you do when the power out? ♪
♪ Kids hungry, can't do none but scream and shout ♪
♪ We all choose to live but it's different routes ♪
♪ Take the sh*t with shine, gotta make it count ♪
♪ When you live and d*e by the paper route ♪
♪ You spend a dime just to make it out, yeah ♪
♪ Down in the valley ♪
♪ Where the girls get naked ♪
♪ If you throwin' bands ♪
♪ Then you know she gon' shake it ♪
♪ One, two, break 'em ♪
♪ Three, four, rake 'em ♪
♪
[HIP-HOP MUSIC]
♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey run up if you want ♪
♪ I got girls that get you though ♪
♪ Gosh, gosh you're such a hoe ♪
♪ They ain't scared to kick it though ♪
♪ Why you in this hoe ♪
♪ I'm like n*gga start with those ♪
♪ Memphis in this hoe ♪
♪ All night n*gg*s pimping hoes ♪
♪ Run up if you want ♪
CLIFFORD:
Welcome to Saturday night at The Pynk, the finest shake joint in all of p*ssy Valley, right off exit in the Dirty Delta, as fertile as the Nile.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
Shake that, pop that, jiggle that fat ass!
Let's go up in this bitch!
♪
_
Ooh, and this n*gga gonna say, "Can I get some change?"
- WOMAN: No.
- And I was like, "No, n*gga, no."
Ain't like my G-string a m*therf*cking collection plate.
WOMAN: 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.
[LAUGHTER]
WOMAN: Oh, sh*t.
f*ck!
MERCEDES: What the hell?
Customer put his f*cking beer on the stage,
I do a monkey drop, he end up busting me in my f*cking 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.
CLIFFORD: 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.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
WOMAN: Can I borrow your hairpiece?
Ooh, y'all, it is money out there.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[SPRAY HISSING]
WOMAN: Ooh, child, smell like somebody that d*ed up in here.
[GRUNTS]
- [EXHALES SHARPLY]
- [OBJECTS CLATTERING]
First day back off maternity leave and I get another f*cking scar.
Hair can cover this one.
Floss can't cover that one.
[WAND SQUEAKING]
- That's that bud.
- $ , n*gga.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
All right, it be , little mama.
But that gentleman just paid .
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 b*ll*ts, and no m*therf*cking chips.
WOMAN: No chips?
Look... take this 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.
[JUS BENTLEY'S "BUSY"]
♪
♪ I'm too busy I'm too busy I'm too busy babe ♪
♪ b*tches 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.
- [GLASS SHATTERS]
Hey, bitch! Bitch, what the hell?
- DIAMOND: I got this.
- JESSE: Hey, come on, now!
I told you to keep your hands off our girls, now.
Hey, m*therf*cker, what you doing?
Bring your ass.
JESSE: Get your hands off me, boy!
I done paid my damn money!
Come back soon!
f*ck you!
F*gg*t-ass n*gga!
Hell, The Pynk ain't hitting on sh*t 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?
[SIREN WAILING]
[SIGHS]
[SNIFFS]
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 p*ssy are like a stick of dynamite.
Blow up in your face every time.
I wanna know what kind of liquor and p*ssy 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?
[CHUCKLES] 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.
[CAR DOOR CLICKS OPEN AND SHUT]
Better off letting him see some of these b*tches' p*ssy than some bank, man.
Oh, Diamond!
Did anybody ask your opinion?
[SCOFFS]
[SIREN WAILING]
♪ I got rack, rack, racks perform with that strap ♪
♪ Had to walk through the back Benzes on Benzes ♪
♪ Pull up in the back ♪
♪ Cash out on the Maybach and painted it black ♪
All right, b*tches.
Booty battle rules.
DJ Neva Scared gon' give each bitch two minutes to turn up, and after that, you exit stage left.
Winner wins 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.
- [SCOFFS]
My name Blue Cinnamon.
- [LAUGHS]
- And where they do that at?
You ain't ready for this w*r.
Where your floss at?
Mm. Maite, can you get this bitch b*at for tonight?
MAITE: Don't worry. I got it, Uncle.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
This one. It light up in the dark.
- How much?
- .
But for you, .
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 sh*t.
[CHUCKLES]
Mm.
Oh, man.
[BILLS FLUTTERING]
[DOOR BUZZES]
- 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 (k) in need of spending.
Besides, 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.
[BILLS FLUTTERING]
DJ NEVA SCARED: 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 b*tches, man, and b*tches who are here with they n*gg*s, don't be J; give it up for these b*tches too.
And last but not least, sounding all poetic and sh*t,
Autumn Night!
[S NSI MOLLY & LIL BROOK'S "TURN UP"]
♪
♪ Lil Brook S nsi ♪
♪ 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 f*ck up the sheets ♪
♪ Boom like the bass it gonna boom like the b*at ♪
♪ Mmm tell them come eat ♪
♪ Throwing it back in the club ♪
[MAN SHOUTS]
[g*n COCKING]
- [g*nsh*t]
- DJ NEVA SCARED: We got a winner!
Oh, we got a winner!
Mm-hmm.
All right, Autumn Night!
[CHUCKLES]
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. [LAUGHS]
You got good-grade hair.
I got Indian in my family.
[LAUGHS] Bitch, that's a Peruvian bundle.
[LAUGHTER]
You can start tomorrow, if you wanna.
MERCEDES: I don't know why you suddenly start taking on more b*tches.
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.
GIDGET: I know you been saying it for I don't how long.
But why now?
CLIFFORD: Mm-hmm. Oh.
Mm.
Oops.
My bad.
Is this one empty?
Slow your roll, high yellow. I ain't gone yet.
Apologies.
Y'all b*tches stinking hop off this booty battle crown, but best believe, your ass ain't gonna last one week neath these lights.
[SCOFFS]
[MAN AND CHILDREN SHOUTING]
[MUFFLED YELLING]
[BOTTLE CLATTERS]
[GASPS] f*ck!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
No, no! No, no, no, no!
Oh!
[GASPING]
No. No, no, no, no, no.
[SCREAMS]
♪ 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 ♪
[MUFFLED MUSIC CONTINUES]
[PLAYA FLY'S "NOBODY"]
♪ Oh nobody needs nobody ♪
♪ Oh nobody nobody needs nobody ♪
♪ No, no, no, no, no, no nobody needs nobody ♪
♪ n*gga nobody needs nobody ♪
♪ n*gga nobody needs nobody ♪
♪ This for you groupies who knew me ♪
♪ Or better yet who done crossed me ♪
♪ I toss a coin to your life ♪
♪ 'Cause ain't no hater gonna stop me ♪
♪ A quarter mile we done ran but I can keep up on feet ♪
♪ We platinum bound on you clowns ♪
♪ But still we loved on these streets ♪
♪ Now I done took all I can my granny stays on my ass ♪
♪ With regulations and rules without my moms and dads ♪
♪ And plus my kids gotta eat that's why my freedom of speech ♪
♪ Gonna keep me toes and knees ♪
♪ Until I'm soaked up with cheese ♪
♪ n*gga nobody needs nobody ♪
♪ All I need is me and my dog n*gga ♪
♪ So f*ck all of y'all n*gga ♪
♪ Nobody needs nobody ♪
♪ All I need is me and my dog n*gga ♪
♪ So f*ck all of y'all n*gga ♪
- [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]
- ♪ Nobody needs nobody ♪
♪ All I need is me and my dog n*gga ♪
♪ So f*ck all of y'all n*gga ♪
♪ Nobody needs nobody ♪
♪ All I need is me and my dog n*gga ♪
♪ So f*ck all of y'all n*gga ♪
♪ Nobody ♪
♪ Nobody needs nobody ♪
♪ Nobody needs nobody needs nobody ♪
♪ Nobody needs no one ♪
♪ Nobody ♪
♪ Need nobody ♪
♪ Nobody needs nobody needs nobody ♪
♪ Me and my dog we are old and gone ♪
♪ Nobody yeah ♪
♪ Needs nobody ♪
Now, y'all done sent me all these notices saying I'm behind.
A n*gga 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?
[GIGGLES]
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 $ out your check to give you your m*therf*cking money.
Mas dineros, negritos. [LAUGHS]
And some tequila for you too, baby.
Mm-hmm.
Mm.
Sucker.
[HIP-HOP MUSIC]
♪ Fall, fall, fall back for me boy ♪
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... ♪
[MUSIC STOPS]
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.
[ALL SHOUTING]
- 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 toe touches.
[ALL GROANING]
ALL: 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.
ALL: 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.
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[ENGINE RUMBLES PAST]
You in a hole that deep for a refinancing loan?
How you let it get that bad, man?
Oh, n*gga, 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.
sh*t.
All right, all right, all right.
Everybody here?
ALL: Mm-hmm.
Where Keyshawn at?
- She coming.
- She just text us.
CLIFFORD: 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:
$ off a lap dance,
% off the private rooms for the house.
- WOMAN: The f*ck?
- Stage work was always paid beforehand.
Now that include tip-out too.
MERCEDES: Oh, come on.
You really gonna have b*tches hitting the floor negative a Benjy?
Hell, if b*tches 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 f*cked 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.
CLIFFORD: 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 $ 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.
[LAUGHTER]
[BABY CRYING]
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 b*tches better like it.
Go make them asses pretty, now.
- Gidget?
- GIDGET: Mm-mm.
Come get this baby. Co...
- I might break it.
- Come over here, girl.
Yeah?
[BABY CRYING]
Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
Uh-huh.
Yeah. See?
You's a liar.
Now, burp her good, now.
Give me your sh*t and sit over there.
Come on.
Mm.
[SNIFFLES]
- [WINCES]
- 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.
[CRYING]
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 n*gga used to b*at my ass.
- You?
- Sure did.
That's till I poured a pot of hot grits all over his ding-a-ling.
[CHUCKLES]
Yes, ma'am, I had to Al Green his ass something terrible.
And he ain't never bother me no nevermore.
- [WINCES]
- 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 n*gg*s just f*ck 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 n*gga 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.
[HIP-HOP MUSIC]
♪ No more honey ♪
♪
♪ Juice ♪
♪ Body bag to b*at it put it in my duffle ♪
♪ b*ating down your block I'm talking big troubles ♪
♪ This for all the ones that had to sleep in cold without the cover ♪
♪ Life a box of chocolates where the truffles ♪
♪ Tell them at the bottle ♪
♪ One time for the money two times for the show ♪
♪ Three times if you got a bank roll ♪
♪ -inch weave and the mink lashes long ♪
♪ Blowing good loud in the paint this is strong ♪
♪ Give me your bag give me your bag ♪
♪ Balling We throw our cash ♪
♪ Give me your bag give me your bag ♪
♪ Throw all in and throw our cash ♪
♪ Run our money making b*tches put some clean in their hair right ♪
Ooh, whoo!
Now, you remember, we got that $ dozen special on them Parmesan wings.
[CHUCKLES]
- [EXHALES SHARPLY]
- Why your nose so turnt?
I thought you liked a little easy money.
I do.
I'm just wondering why all these Mexican n*gg*s here.
[INDISTINCT] ain't even started yet.
Promised Land Equities. Who that?
[HIP-HOP MUSIC]
♪
[INDISTINCT CHATTER AND LAUGHTER]
Whoa, m*rder, let me k*ll that.
Go, dog.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Woddy, what the f*ck you wasting my tea on, man?
On the floral brick, n*gga.
You wet it down, it keep your flowers from drying out in the rain.
F*gg*t-ass n*gga, you got a hobby arranging flowers or some sh*t?
- [LAUGHTER]
- f*ck you.
They use these in the sprayers down at the funeral home.
Kept the carnations from wilting.
Boy.
[LAUGHTER]
Yeah, boy.
Ooh!
Hey, queen! Hey!
Slay, queen, slay!
- Do it, do it.
- [SCOFFS]
Ooh, Little m*rder in the building!
[LAUGHS]
Yo.
g*dd*mn, n*gga. Your fingers strong.
To the back of the line, young un.
Hey, this is Little m*rder, n*gga.
You ain't know?
I don't know nobody who ain't VIP.
It's all right.
[CLEARS THROAT]
WOMAN: Back of the line.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Ooh! All right, b*tches.
Oh, where these asses at?
Nice!
Nice, nice.
Oh, n*gg*s ain't gonna know what to do when they see what Uncle Clifford got in her stable.
[LAUGHS] Come on, now.
We got some very important penises out there.
Mm-hmm. Yes, come on.
Whoo! [CHUCKLES]
Ah, now, I need you to break her in, teach her how to work the flo'.
Nothing else.
Now, how the f*ck you gonna make moi of all people babysit?
Do you wanna trade?
[BABY COOS]
I ain't think so.
Now, you go on and be a good booty buddy, now.
- [BABY COOS]
- Yeah?
Mm.
- [SMOOCHES]
- [BABY COOING]
[Q MONEY'S "NEAT"]
♪ Think it's a game, game ♪
♪ N#ggas ain't f*cking with me ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ N#ggas ain't f#cking with me ♪
♪ Yeah uh ♪
♪ N#ggas ain't f#cking with me ♪
♪
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.
WOMAN: Hey, rookie!
- Which one you pick?
- AUTUMN: Um...
WOMAN: That guy with the vintage "Space Jams"?
Yeah, that's on they feet and not in they pocket.
Ordered some f*cking 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.
[BABY COOING]
[DOOR CLICKS OPEN AND SHUT]
Oh, I'm sorry.
[SIGHS] Diamond, please.
You gonna eat your Vienna sausages or no?
[GROANS]
They ain't mine.
[BABY COOING]
You know, I can take care of that.
Many folks you k*lled 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.
- [DOOR CLICKS OPEN AND SHUT]
- If you, uh...
Mississippi, you on deck.
You-you sure?
[BABY COOING]
[HIP-HOP MUSIC]
DJ NEVA SCARED: 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!
[INDISTINCT CHATTER AND LAUGHTER]
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. [LAUGHS]
Hey, f*ck with your boy for a minute.
I got a Louis duffel full of coochie coupons, you heard?
[MEN SHOUTING]
MEN: 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 m*rder.
Hottest rapper out in these streets right about now.
- Little m*rder, huh?
- m*rder: 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.
MAN: Hey, now, that's a good metaphor.
Write that sh*t 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?
- m*rder: 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.
[LAUGHTER]
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?
AUTUMN: 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 n*gga willing to pay two stacks, a G for me and a G for you.
A G, huh?
Girl, that's double what n*gg*s 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?
[FEYI'S "FINER THINGS"]
♪
♪ I love money I love bags ♪
♪ I love cars turbo stack ♪
♪ I want Louis double V ♪
♪ I want Prada for my feet ♪
- [CORK POPS]
- Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Getting creamy up in this bitch right here!
It's getting creamy!
g*dd*mn, man!
Redbone. Redbone, look my way.
Look my way!
I said look my way!
Hey! Don't make me have to wrap a n*gga 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 f*ck over there.
n*gga, you doing the most right now.
- She's straight?
- Yeah, she straight.
Mm, I see why they call you Little m*rder.
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.
[GRUNTS]
LITTLE m*rder: ♪ Everybody, everybody wanna sit on my lap ♪
♪ Everybody, all these b*tches ♪
♪ 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.
[SCOFFS] This slaw, what it is.
You ain't pinning this sh*t on my badonkadonk.
Then f*ck all my stacks, then.
That's fine. Who needs your money when a bitch got some artistic integrity?
[VANJESS'S "CONTROL ME"]
♪ 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?
[LAUGHTER]
What?
Redbone, you think you better than us, huh?
Hey, hey, I didn't...
Then don't be getting all saditty on a n*gga.
AUTUMN: Please, let go of me!
Yo, Pico, what the f*ck?
- [SCREAMS]
- Ah, sh*t!
[GASPING]
MAN: Damn!
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Hey, hey, hey, get up off my n*gga, man!
DIAMOND: You wanna do things the hard way, huh?
That's one way to VIP.
[HIP-HOP MUSIC]
[GRUNTS] Damn, n*gga.
Watch where you putting them boats.
My bad, n*gga.
I'm looking for that bitch.
Which bitch? Which one?
The redbone with the white t*nk on.
- We ain't mean to offend her.
- What?
- n*gga, what?
- I said we ain't mean to offend her.
n*gga, what?
I said we ain't mean to offend her!
[GROANS]
[KEYPAD BEEPING]
Come on over here.
Now, say what you said.
Damn!
This room on some Super Mario save the princess type sh*t.
n*gga, 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?
sh*t 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 b*tches, redbone b*tches, high yellow b*tches, midnight blue b*tches, molly, hot wings, Tums after the hot wings.
Seem like The Pynk got everything but the one thing I really need.
[GROANS]
Oh, this little n*gga trying to make me blush.
Don't make me fall the f*ck out.
[LAUGHTER]
Well, I lays m*therf*ckers out.
That's why they call me Little m*rder.
That your government name?
It's my rap name.
So you just be... doing little murders as opposed to big murders?
[CHUCKLES] I buys them all, baby.
Oh, is that right?
In fact, I got something that'll m*rder you.
Hmm.
♪ Hell yeah know I'm with it ♪
♪ Look I got my neon road ♪
♪ I don't give a f*ck about none of these hoes ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah oh none of these hoes ♪
♪ I don't give a f*ck about none of these yeah ♪
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]
[GASPING]
[GASPING]
- You all right?
- What the f*ck do you think you're doing?
Wait a minute, are you taking pictures of me?
[CHUCKLES] 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?
[EXHALES HEAVILY]
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.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
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 sh*t.
[LAUGHTER]
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.
[LAUGHS]
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.
[CHUCKLES] You got a good eye.
That I do.
[ENGINE RUMBLES PAST]
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.
[HIP-HOP MUSIC]
♪
DJ NEVA SCARED: Everybody ready?
I said are you ready?
I know brown Fubu T-shirt over there read*er than a m*therf*cker, man.
Saucy-ass big forces there, big-head n*gga!
[LAUGHS] 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? [LAUGHS]
- I need you to play this.
- This Mercedes-approved?
I thought you was DJ Neva Scared.
Now, here every n*gga favorite night of the week at The Pynk!
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
Throw them Benjies up in the air for the most luxurious booty round these parts.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
She a hood celebrity, y'all.
Welcome to Mercedes Sunday!
LITTLE m*rder: ♪ Everybody, everybody wanna sit on my lap ♪
♪ Everybody, everybody wanna make that ass clap ♪
♪ Everybody, everybody wanna sit on my... ♪
[MUSIC WINDS DOWN]
Rewind!
[HIP-HOP MUSIC]
♪
♪ Tell me no more f*cking sh*t ♪
♪
♪ I ain't throwing ass unless I see some f*cking money falling ♪
♪ Falling, falling, falling ♪
♪ n*gga let me see them dollars falling ♪
♪ I ain't make my p*ssy talk unless I see that money talk ♪
♪ Talk, talk, talk ♪
♪ n*gga can you make your pecks talk ♪
♪ I don't want no fat n*gga ♪
♪ I want the six digits ♪
♪ I'm not at the mama though bitch I want them nine inches ♪
♪ I don't want no fat n*gga ♪
♪ 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!
- ALL: Mercedes.
- DJ NEVA SCARED: What?
ALL: Mercedes.
DJ NEVA SCARED: f*ck it up, f*ck it up, Mercedes.
ALL: f*ck it up, f*ck it up, Mercedes.
DJ NEVA SCARED: f*ck it up, f*ck it up, Mercedes.
ALL: f*ck it up, f*ck it up, Mercedes.
f*ck it up, f*ck it up, Mercedes.
[CHANTING FADES]
[MERCEDES GROANING AND GASPING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
♪ So talking while you wind up in my grill ♪
♪ You cut that check don't bring it back you got a deal ♪
DJ NEVA SCARED: Come on, now! Come on!
♪ Unless I see some f*cking money fall ♪
♪ Fall, fall, fall n*gga let me see them dollars fall ♪
Lit up in this m*therf*cker.
Oh, yeah. That's what I'm talking about.
[CROWD SHOUTING]
♪ 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 n*gga show me that it's real ♪
[MUSIC FADES]
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 sh*t 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 n*gg*s 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 m*therf*ckers.
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 sh*t 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 d*e 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.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪
[CRYING]
♪
Mm, mm, mm.
See there, see?
What I say I was gonna do?
That's $ for you, Yoli, and for them snaggletooth-ass bottle girls of yourn.
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 sh*t in on a bitch.
You better talk to your boss about that.
That was Uncle Clifford request.
[SCOFFS]
[CHUCKLES]
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 n*gga.
Or a lying bitch.
[CHUCKLES]
Mm-hmm.
Like you said,
- % off my cut of the VIP.
- Mm-hmm.
And...$ for lap dances.
Oh, look at that, 'Cedes.
[LAUGHS]
She might have b*at 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 b*tches 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.
[CLEARS THROAT]
[DOOR CLICKS SHUT]
n*gga, just count.
[BABY CRYING]
DIAMOND: Hey, you need a ride, little mama?
No, I got one right there.
- Bye, y'all.
- GIDGET: Bye, girl.
MERCEDES: Bye, girl.
Mm-mm. Wouldn't be me.
I don't care if man look like Idris Elba in his prime, circa "The Wire" . 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.
[TIERRA WHACK'S "MUMBO JUMBO"]
♪ Yeah, yeah yup ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah yup ♪
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
♪ Yeah, yeah yup ♪
♪
♪ All damn night I been awake aww yeah no ♪
♪ Run away baby hate my love ♪
♪ True ♪
♪ Oh all the night I would wait on you ♪
♪ It's true ♪
♪ Anything you say is on you ♪
♪ They know ♪
♪ Why would I run away from love ♪
♪ True ♪
♪ Why would I I ride the night ♪
♪ With you ♪
♪ Run away baby can't find them ♪
♪ We know ♪
♪ How about I go out with you oh ♪
♪ I hold my head up high ♪
♪ And I wave real low ♪
♪ I lift my hands no lie ♪
♪ And run away I know ♪
♪ And when I wave good-bye ♪