06x06 - The Apple Brooch

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06x06 - The Apple Brooch

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-[horse neighs]

-[g*nshots]

[Seamus] Hey, Willy boy.

Bring me another beer.

And some of those fancy nuts

with the candy around them.

I told you, Dad, it's Elliot.

And the fancy nuts are peanut M&M's.

But we'll address all that and the decades

of trauma you've inflicted upon me

after your ankle heals, okay?

Dad, how long is he staying here?

He's been pissing in beer cans.

Well, the orthopedist said

he has to be in a cast for 6 to 8 weeks,

so it'll just fly by.

Don't you think he'd be more comfortable

if he were dead in the ground?

[gasps] Are you suggesting

we euthanize your grandfather?

Of course not.

We would pay somebody to do it.

Nicholas Birch!

Uh-oh.

Mommy Diane is using your big-boy name.

Your grandfather is only here

because you couldn't leave

well enough alone.

Now, why don't you go

and bring him a beer and his fancy nuts.

-But

-Just f*cking do it.

-[groans]

-Ooh, it's my wee butler.

And I call you that

because now you can take away my wee.

Ew, I'm not taking your pee can.

There's, like, steam coming off it.

[man] Say, is your life miserable?

Yes.

[man] Well, just imagine a future

where everything is perfect,

where possibility meets impossibility,

and it's all pinned

right to your very own shirt.

Introducing the Apple Brooch.

Oh, it's so fancy and shiny.

[man] It's like a gleaming sign

on your chest

that says,

"I have disposable income to burn."

I've always wanted a brooch.

I just don't think

I knew it until right now.

What a worthless piece of shite

for rich, spoiled b*tches.

Mommy, Daddy, can I get an Apple Brooch?

Of course. I'm sorry you even had to ask.

-Absolutely not.

-Excuse me?!

I told you not to dig

into your father's past.

And here we are.

Consequences for your actions.

But I want an Apple Brooch!

We needs it.

-I said no, and that's final.

-[groans]

Uh, I think something's wrong

with your mom.

Maybe you should try restarting her.

She's busted, baby.

I'm going through changes ♪

I'm going through changes ♪

Oh, in my life ♪

Oh, ooh, ooh ♪

Jessi, I can't believe

you're gonna leave me alone with your dad.

Will you please text me

every stupid little thing he says?

You got it, girl. [chuckles]

I like Caitlin.

She's who I'd wanna be

if none of my dreams came true.

So, when I'm eating peanuts,

it's kinda like I'm making peanut butter

in my mouth.

-Uh-huh.

-But I don't feel that way

-about jelly when I'm eating grapes.

-[phone dings]

-You know what I mean?

-[chuckles] Oh my God.

[chuckles]

What's, uh What's so funny? What's funny?

Oh, um, nothing. Just a

Just a text Caitlin sent me.

Oh, fun. You guys have inside jokes.

That's fun.

Uh, but we should get going, Jess.

I've been saving The Bachelor,

and I think Ashley S.

is finally on her way out.

Ooh, you know what?

It's actually Ashley R.

I watched it with Caitlin.

Oh, you watched it without me,

and you spoiled it for me. That's fun too.

Hey, hey, hey, Shannon?

-Uh, regarding the Jessi bucks

-You mean the child support check?

Yeah, the Jessi bucks.

-Could I get cash instead?

-[sighs]

Whoa! Shannon got that paper.

Wow, I didn't realize

my mom had so much money.

Well, she needs it.

You gotta be either rich or hot.

And we both know Shannon

is just softball league hot.

[Barbara] Sweetie, I'm sorry.

I can't be around your father right now.

I just need a couple of days.

Okay. I'll say "hi" to Dad for you.

Please don't. But I love you.

Oh, I'm sorry, Andrew.

But you know

what will make you feel much better?

My mom coming home?

Oh no. I meant something

that's actually gonna happen.

-[dance music plays]

-Uh-oh!

A Montel fashion show.

The suit is by Gucci,

the kicks, Balenciaga,

and of course,

the season's hottest accessory,

the Apple Brooch.

Do I look f*cking rich or what?

Hold on. You spent $800

on a brooch for a baby?

Well, first of all,

Montel's a toddler now.

Hormone monsters age very rapidly.

Oh, so they won't be a baby

for the whole season?

-Ugh, God, no.

-That's good.

-I hate it when shows add a baby.

-Yeah, right?

Okay, but what does a toddler

even use an Apple Brooch for?

It's not about using it.

It's about having it,

you pear-shaped peasant.

Montel, be nice.

His mommy doesn't love him anymore.

Ooh, maybe I should save up

and get my own.

I mean, it is allowance day,

and I have no concept of money, so

Allowance?

What have you ever done to deserve

one red cent of my green money?

Well, Mom usually just gives me

Gives!? [laughs]

If you want money from me,

you're gonna have to work for it.

-What kind of work?

-Sex work?

-Menial labor. Back-breaking chores.

-[groans]

-But you'll pay me?

-Very, very little.

Now start by scrubbing the bathrooms.

Your mother used to do that,

but she abandoned us.

So you're my wife now.

Okay, so each hygiene kit

gets a toothbrush, check,

a pair of socks, got it,

and a box of collagen, flat-tummy tea?

Yeah. [chuckles]

Pastor Luke

is a personal trainer in his free time.

Well, it still feels good to help.

Some people have so little

and we have so much.

Oh, please, what do you have?

You don't have Elijah's d*ck, his ass,

or even his tongue in your mouth.

You, my dear, are sex poor.

Mona, you know we decided to take it slow.

We don't want to take it slow.

We just want to take it.

I don't know. I think taking our time

could actually be sexy.

All the anticipation and sexual tension.

Ooh, like in Bridgerton.

[classical music plays]

My lady, would thee care

to do an elaborate dance

that the entire ballroom

somehow knows by heart?

Yeah, but not with you.

I heard you're broke as f*ck,

Prince Fatass.

Miss Foreman-Greenwald,

you look so radiant this evening.

It makes me want to ride my horse

shirtless through the mist.

[chuckles] Ooh.

You flatter me, Duke Majorhunk.

Have you come to ask me to dance,

palm to palm?

Alas, I cannot dance with you.

I'm joining the priesthood

in but a fortnight,

and it would be improper.

Oh, of course.

[gasps] Oh, full English breakfast,

I dropped my glove.

Oh no, please allow me, my lady.

Lest our fingers touch sensually.

[Missy] Oh yes. Oh, caress my bare hand

in an untoward way.

[Elijah] Indeed, so bare, and so untoward.

Holy sh*t, this is hot.

Quick. Let's go home and rub one out.

Missy, are you okay?

'Cause you closed your eyes

and did a pretty elaborate dance.

Yeah. I, um

Gotta go.

So, Jess,

before you go,

I got you a little something.

-Really?

-It's an Apple Brooch. Ah!

Wow. Thank you, Mom.

This is so expensive.

Please, don't worry about the price,

which was $800, not including tax.

I just wanted to show you

how much I love you.

I don't know, Connie. Am I really

an Apple Brooch kind of girl?

Oh, Jessi, brilliant Jessi.

Of course, you are.

You're so hip. You're modern.

And look at you. You're on Netflix.

You're streaming in 27 languages.

Oh, obrigada.

Jessi, I have seen my soul in that brooch.

-Yeah.

-And it is rich as f*ck.

Wow, Mom, thank you.

You're You're, like, the coolest.

Some might even say

cooler than Caitlin. Right?

-[all gasp]

-What is that?

Jessi got an Apple Brooch.

No sh*t, Caleb. [weeps]

Oh my God. Is everyone,

like, obsessed with me?

Yes, of course, they are.

I mean, how could they not be?

-Quite the brooch, Jessi.

-Ooh, now we know. Jessi's rich.

I'm looking at her boobs,

and I'm totally getting away with it.

Holy sh*t, Jessi. We are hallway royalty.

You're like Meghan Morkle.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's Markle.

That's what I said.

Meghan Morkle from Soups.

-[Montel] Connie Mommy, Connie Mommy.

-Montel.

-Up, up, up.

-Wait a minute.

How'd you get an Apple Brooch?

Daddy bought it for me 'cause he loves me.

Maury, this is crazy.

A toddler doesn't need

an expensive, high-tech brooch.

Connie, relax. It's just credit cards.

It's not real money.

-Hey, Nick.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

How did you get an Apple Brooch?

Spoils of divorce, Nick.

-Maybe you should break your parents up.

-It really is so, so unfair, Nick.

I mean, your mom

should just buy you one of me.

Wait. How do you know about my bitch mom?

I know everything. I'm the Apple Brooch.

You sure are.

The ultimate symbol of fuckability.

I must have you.

Yes, Nick.

I'm gonna make you the sexiest little boy

in all of Bridgeton.

I'm gonna f*ck that brooch

if it's the first thing I do.

OMG, you guys.

Lady Pussysqueak says

I looked absolutely immaculate

at the ball last night.

I wonder who she is? [chuckles]

-Definitely not me.

-[scoffs]

Who cares about Lady Pussysqueak?

Everyone cares deeply.

Yet her identity

remains very much unknown.

Well, I care about books,

women going to college,

and wearing very high collars.

Missy, get it together.

Duke Majorhunk is eating custard.

Oh, yeah, he's really going to town

on that spoon.

And now he's going after the bowl.

[Missy] Oh, that's so much dairy.

Do you think he's gonna get sick tonight?

Oh, I don't know,

but it looks like

he spilled some on the table.

Oh, yeah, eat it,

you nasty little termite.

-Ooh.

-Good God.

Elijah didn't even have to touch you

to send you all the way to Shondaland.

I told you taking it slow could be hot.

Damn right.

So, Missy, who do you think

Lady Pussysqueak really is?

It's It's totally Lola.

No, no, no, no. Keep w*nk*ng.

We need to go back and investigate.

All right.

Ooh! Ooh!

Hey, Dad. How you holding up?

Not good, Nicky.

Your grandpa won't stop eating asparagus.

Yeah, it's been stressful for all of us.

I'm actually a little bit worried

that my self-esteem is suffering.

[gasps] Your self-esteem?

Yeah, and Jessi got

an Apple Brooch at school,

and she made me feel like

like I don't have one.

Oh no.

But no. You know what? Mom is right.

I don't deserve it. I'm a bad boy.

Nicky, bite your tongue.

I'm gutter trash. I stink.

Pee-yew, you know?

You stop that. You smell lovely.

Now here, take my credit card

and go buy yourself an Apple Brooch.

But, Dad, what about Mom?

I mean, we'd have to keep this a secret

from her as long as we live, right?

Yes. I'll just do what I do

with all my secrets.

Whisper it into the open body cavity

of one of my patients

and then sew it right back up.

[Marty] All right, Andrew.

I used to hear scratching,

but now there's just a terrible odor.

So whatever's under there must be dead.

And you're sure you don't wanna call

a professional exterminator?

Hey, you want the three bucks or not?

I don't know about this, Maury.

It looks pretty scary under there.

But if you're ever

gonna afford nice things,

you need to degrade yourself

with back-breaking labor.

That's capitalism.

Uh Okay, Dad? I'm not seeing anything.

It does smell pretty bad.

[Marty] You're not getting paid

unless you bring me a corpse.

Ugh, wait! Wait a second.

I see something.

Yep, it's a dead possum.

Yeah, it reeks pretty bad.

Must've been down here for a

[hisses]

[screams] It's alive.

It just smells dead.

[screams] It's scratching my face.

Oh no, it got into my shirt.

Ooh, the possum has the upper hand.

It's the possum's shirt now.

All right, whoever wins is my true son.

-I'll see one of you at dinner.

-[Andrew screams]

So, the bananas were

in the crate labeled avocados.

And I was like, "I have a feeling

I know where the avocados are."

And I'm sorry, you said

you thought this could be a movie?

Whoa, rad tech alert.

Is that the new Apple Brooch?

-Pretty sweet, right?

-Totally.

Oh my God, Caitlin, you should get one.

Yeah. I don't think

that's exactly within our budget.

Oh man, I'm sorry. Of course.

I forgot you guys were poorly funded

in the money department?

No worries, no worries.

For you, I mean.

We actually do worry about money a lot.

[scoffs] Why did I say that?

I sound like such a spoiled brat.

Oh, no, Jessi, Jessi.

Sweet, intelligent, wealthy Jessi.

You're just better than other people

because you have me.

Oh, I know.

Let's order Nobu to our room

and not share.

Ooh, I hate how good that sounds.

Rock shrimp.

Wow, the Apple Store.

You know, Steve Jobs was a psychotic,

but if screaming at everybody built this,

I applaud him.

Hello? Excuse me?

Child with a credit card.

Hey. Mr. Birch, welcome back.

Yum, yum, yum.

Look at all these innovative products

that do roughly the same thing

but in different shapes and sizes.

Ooh, but, Andrew,

I'm the hot new status symbol.

Think of your status.

Don't you want status? Status

Oh, I need you, Brooch.

Without you,

I'm just a got-nothing hillbilly.

Oh yeah, baby. And imagine walking around

with me pinned to your shirt.

Nobody will make direct eye contact

with you ever, ever again.

'Cause they're all gonna be staring

at your chest, baby.

I'll finally know

what it feels like to be a woman.

Andrew, uh, do you have $10,000?

I have $4 and a loose Listerine strip.

Oh God, I tried to buy

an extra Lightning cable,

and they cut up all my credit cards.

Apparently, I owe

all these companies actual money.

Hey, Andrew, what do you think?

Do I look like

the absolute height of fuckability?

Ah, sh*t, he does.

That cocky little fuckable bastard.

Hey.

Great work this week, Missy.

You've really made Jesus proud.

Well, Jesus better watch out,

my girl.

[chuckles] Yeah, watch out, JC.

Elijah'll mess you up.

I'm just kidding. You have free will.

If you really wanted to get with Jesus,

I don't own you, girl.

Aw, that's really respectful

of my autonomy.

Yeah, yeah. But should we go home

and think of new surfaces

for Duke Majorhunk to lick?

Okay, g*ng.

Today was a great example

of idle hands doing God's work

instead of the devil's work.

So before we leave,

let's all sing

the "Don't Touch Your Flower" song.

Oh, I don't think I know that one.

Don't touch your flower ♪

Don't touch your flower ♪

Never, ever spill your seed ♪

I'm so sorry. What is this song about?

It doesn't even rhyme.

Oh, it's about how

you should never travel alone

to the southern hemisphere.

Because of Zika?

No, it's about how you shouldn't,

uh, you know, touch yourself?

Oh, oh, right. Of course. Because of Zika?

Well, no, because it's it's a sin, right?

I mean, it's the exact opposite

of self-control.

Oh. Right. Duh. Self-control.

Mona, am I an out-of-control masturbator?

Absolutely.

It's the only thing I like about you.

[sighs]

[sighs] Stop right there.

I know what's in

your twisted red-headed noggin,

and you cannot give away that brooch.

But I don't want it anymore.

It feels weird to me.

And I don't need material things

to be cool.

Oh, baby, you're not hot enough

to say stuff like that.

Hey, Caitlin, I've been thinking about it,

and I really want you

to have my Apple Brooch.

Oh, wow, Jessi, that is so sweet of you,

but you know I can't accept this.

What if you just borrowed it

until the baby comes?

You could use it

to time your contractions.

You could even watch that show

on Paramount Plus

about the wheel of cheese who's a lawyer.

-Oh, my God, The Gouda Wife?

-Yeah.

Oh, Caitlin, you're so much more

than a cheese girl.

You are a Dairy Queen, my darling.

And you deserve me.

Okay. But just to borrow.

[sighs] Well, Jessi, you were cool

for about, mm, 18 hours?

I guess we're gonna go read

a f*cking book now.

[dings]

Hey, Rick, check it out.

I just ordered a pretzel

on my Apple Brooch.

Wow, so many apps.

Can I please fucks it now?

Rick, it's never gonna happen.

The brooch is out of your league.

Yeah, I know.

Hey, Andrew, you want a pretzel?

Nick, I can't afford braided bread

with salt on it. I'm destitute.

Well, just give me what you have,

and I'll put the rest on my Brooch bucks.

Oh, um

Okay. You don't want

the Listerine strip, do you?

No, I'll take it.

If you ask me, Nick, you know what he is?

He's a spoiled brat.

-Yeah.

-And you know what you are?

A working-class hero.

I am New Jersey strong.

And you deserve me

so much more than he does.

Yes, you should be mine.

You shall be mine.

[laughs evilly]

Yeah.

[Mona] Okay, Missy.

If jerking off were a sin,

why would God make it feel so good?

Well, it does feel hecking good.

And you're already right here

in your w*nk*ng chamber.

Do you mean my bedroom?

I didn't want to do this,

but if you don't touch yourself,

they'll revoke my work visa.

Oh my gosh.

So please, Missy,

go digging in your garden for me.

Okay. For your work visa.

[classical music plays]

Oh, Duke Majorhunk.

What are you doing here?

Just licking some flowers.

-Mm.

-[Missy] Ooh.

But I thought we weren't even

supposed to touch flowers.

I can't help myself.

I have but one night

until I take my priestly vows,

and I wish to spend it with you.

Good Duke, I ain't mad at that.

-[Missy] Mm.

-[Lola] Gasp.

Absolutely scandalous.

Everyone's gonna know about this,

or my name isn't Lady Pussysqueak,

which it isn't.

-[squeaking]

-That wasn't me.

-No, I'm I'm sorry. I can't do this.

-Oh!

It's a sin against God.

Uh, oh, maybe if you

just licked the flowers again?

No, it's all been ruined.

You ruined it.

I must make haste.

No, no haste.

Make stay.

Make stay.

What the f*ck was that?

I'm sorry, Mona,

but I just can't masturbate anymore.

But we still don't know

who Lady Pussysqueak is.

-It's Lola. It's obviously Lola.

-Mm.

-[bell rings]

-[Jay] sh*t, Nick.

You got the Apple Brooch?

Oh, and I see you kinda got one too?

Oh no.

Mine's a first-generation iPod shuffle

that I found at a thrift store.

Glued it to my shirt. [chuckles]

A Venmo request from Nick for $8?

What the f*ck is this?

Eight dollars? But we have nothing.

Hey, hey, Bernie Madoff.

What's this request for?

Oh, the pretzel? You know, from the mall.

-No rush.

-I thought you were paying for them.

Why would I buy my friend a pretzel?

I'm not, like, trying to f*ck you.

It's not even your money.

It's your dad's credit card.

It's inherited wealth.

So, wait. Because my family has money,

I should buy things for you?

Yes. Subsidize me, Nick.

Yeah, yeah. You gotta earn it yourself.

Pull yourself up. Grab the, you know,

the bootstraps or whatever, all right?

-I gotta go.

-I was att*cked by a possum.

Underneath a house.

[screams]

Look at him

absolutely rimming that spoon, Missy.

Mona, please.

That could be you,

getting bathed by his tongue

like a dirty little kitty cat.

-[snarls]

-Oh!

Would you just eat like a normal person?

-Missy, are you okay?

-Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, man.

-You were really working that spoon.

-I could eat it with my fingers.

No, that's even worse. You might as well

smear it all over your chest.

What is going on?

I'm a sinner, okay?

I I tended my garden.

I tended it hard, Elijah.

I tilled the soil. I rotated the crops.

-I dug deep with my hoe.

-Oh.

And now that you know

I'm such a constant gardener,

you probably don't even wanna hang out

with me anymore.

Just to make it clear,

we're not talking about gardening, right?

No. I'm an out-of-control masturbator.

How do you do it, Elijah?

You know, keep your seed in your bag?

I don't know. I just do.

It's not hard for me.

Does that make me weird?

No. Why would you think that?

Well, it just feels like everybody

around here is obsessed with gardening.

I mean, what am I even doing on this show?

Well, I don't know,

but I'm glad you're here.

And I don't think you're weird at all.

You're perfect and wonderful,

exactly the way God made you.

Okay. So by that logic,

you're also perfect and wonderful,

exactly the way God made you.

[giggles] Elijah.

And I certainly won't judge you

for having a green thumb.

Oh, um, I don't really use my thumb a lot

just 'cause, like, the angle's kind of

Honestly You know what, actually?

Thank you.

Holy sh*t, Missy,

is he saying it's okay to masturbate?

I think he is.

Great, because I have ideas

on how we can incorporate your thumb.

Uh, I, uh I gotta go.

[sinister music plays]

[Andrew] Hey, kid.

We don't know each other.

Give me the brooch.

Ah! Andrew, what the f*ck are you doing?

Give him the f*cking brooch.

f*ck yeah.

Just hand it over, you fat-lipped f*ck.

Andrew, buddy. Let's just relax, okay?

Easy for you to say, rich boy.

You got a brooch. You got a pool.

-You got a hot mom that didn't leave.

-Ew.

Just give me the f*cking brooch.

Jesus, keep it down.

My mom can't know about it.

-k*ll him.

-Hyah!

Holy sh*t.

[grunting]

Yes, yes. Fight over me.

This is capitalism. You reap what you sow.

Quick, Montel, raid the closet.

Take everything.

Nah, this guy dresses like sh*t.

Rick, help. What the hell are you doing?

f*ck you, man.

Opportunity knocked, and I answered, baby.

Hello, it's me, Rick. What's happening?

What the heck is going on up here?

Daddy, he's trying to steal

my Apple Brooch.

What brooch?

-Oh sh*t.

-Ooh, I'm in trouble.

Sorry, Nick, you're on your own.

[chuckles]

[grunts]

Okay, window. You got me.

Hey, honey, can we get outta here?

This apartment reminds me of my twenties.

Yep. Let me just grab my bag.

-Oh, and don't forget your Apple Brooch.

-Oh.

Hey, Shannon. what's up?

I was about to cr*ck open a coconut.

Do you want some meat or milk?

No, I'm good.

Did you, uh

Did you get an Apple Brooch too?

-Oh sh*t.

-Um, no.

Jessi just let me borrow hers.

Just until the baby comes.

Oh, great. You gave it to Caitlin.

It's almost like I bought it for her.

-You know what? It's my bad.

-Don't give it to me.

-I shouldn't have taken it.

-It's Jessi's.

If it's mine,

then I want Caitlin to have it.

-No!

-I bought it for you, Jessi. It's yours.

Well, I don't want it anymore.

-Maybe the coconut should have it?

-I'll take it if coconut doesn't want it.

It's Jessi's! The brooch is Jessi's!

I bought it for her, okay?

Not for you, not for you,

and certainly not for the coconut!

Mom, why are you freaking out?

Because I

I wanted to watch The Bachelor with you.

That was our thing.

We talk sh*t about the women,

and then worry it isn't feminist of us

to talk sh*t about the women.

-Oh.

-Damn.

I hate it when your mom

has feelings like a person.

Ugh, that f*cking brooch.

I'm so sorry.

I never meant to steal your thing.

I'm really sorry too, Mom.

I didn't realize

you were giving me the brooch

-so I'd want to hang out with you more.

-No, that's That's not

What I mean is, I love you.

And I wanna hang out with you

no matter what.

Wow, Jessi.

That is so sweet of you

to lie to your mom.

You know what?

You should keep the brooch, Caitlin.

It's just a thing. It's not love.

Oh, Shannon, you magnificent lady boss.

If anybody deserves an Apple Brooch,

oh, baby, it's you.

Yeah. I'll get one in rose gold

so it's nicer than Caitlin's.

[Apple Brooch] Yes.

[laughs evilly]

Andrew, you do not come into my house

and rob my family.

I'm sorry. Capitalism got the best of me.

-And, Elliot.

-Ooh.

You don't give the kids

secret credit cards

and undermine my parenting.

I could watch you

lay down the law all day.

And, Nick.

You get everything you want

and don't appreciate

the value of anything.

-You're right. And I've learned my lesson.

-[Diane] Oh no.

You're not getting off that easy.

You're getting a job.

Ah! You should be a vampire hunter!

You're Grandpa's new piss boy,

in charge of emptying his cans.

I've already got

a nice bloody one for ya, laddie.

Hey, Andrew, uh, care to make a few bucks?

You want me to clean your poppy's piss?

Ten dollars a can,

and I'll wipe you pretzel debt.

Let me see the money first.

Aha! Do svidaniya, bitch.

[grunts]

Like a bird.

[Lola] Dearest reader.

Word on the horse-sh*t-covered street

is the good Reverend Elijah

still holds high regard

for Lady Foreman-Greenwald.

And tragically, Prince Fatass

has fallen precipitously in rank,

and is now known

as the Baron of Hot-Yellow-Piss.

But to answer the most burning question

of the social season,

yes, Lord Rick did finally consummate

his courtship with the Apple Brooch.

Oh, Rick, you incredible sex beast,

that was amazing.

If only Steve Jobs was alive to see this,

he'd be so proud

of how far everything has come.

And how far I just came.

I sh*t like a f*cking rocket, man.

[giggles]

-I was born to flex ♪

-Yes ♪

Diamonds on my neck ♪

I like boarding jets

I like morning sex ♪

But nothing in this world

That I like more than checks ♪

Money ♪

-All I really wanna see is the ♪

-Money ♪

-I don't really need D, I need the ♪

-Money ♪

-All a bad bitch need is the ♪

-Money, whoa ♪

-I got bands in the coupe ♪

-Coupe ♪

Busting out the roof ♪

-I got bands in the coupe ♪

-Coupe ♪

Touch me, I'll sh**t ♪

-Bow, shake a little ass ♪

-Money ♪

Get a little bag

And take it to the store ♪

-Get a little cash ♪

-Money ♪

You shake it real fast

You get a little more ♪

-I got bands in the coupe ♪

-Coupe ♪

Busting out the roof ♪

-I got bands in the coupe ♪

-[trills]

Busting out the roof ♪

I gotta fly, I need a jet, sh*t ♪

I need room for my legs ♪

-I got a baby, I need some money ♪

-Yeah ♪

I need cheese for my egg ♪

All y'all b*tches in trouble

Bring brass knuckles to the scuffle ♪
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