Transcript (en)

You miss your baby daddy. Where you put it on? Girl, what? They say you missed him. They say you defending him. And that girl caught the charge. I ain't defending no motherfuckers. Yes, you did, young T. You said that man don't hit nobody. Listen, I ain't saying what he probably ain't do. But what I'm saying is, what that look like is a get out my face, bitch. When a bitch all done, what? Okay. You get it? I never said it. He's like a bush. A bush. Yes. But all that you said through to the wall, pull the ponytail, drag you out the bed, blah, blah, blah. You choke you up with it. Come on, man. A nigga ain't get a... A nigga don't get a $100 million crib to toss a hoe up in it and lose it all. Let's keep it real, baby. If I just motherfucking bought a $30-something million crib and put $40 million in that bitch, hoe, I'm going to sit to my fucking $100,000 table like this and say, baby, baby girl. Hey, baby girl. It's time to go, baby. You gotta get out of this. Go back to your apartment, sweetie. I got hoes lined up, baby. I'm finna get on the jet. I know how greasy a nigga talk. That shit gonna make you cry. You gonna spaz out, bitch. You gonna snap. Thank you. Yeah, you gonna snap, bitch. What the fuck are you talking about? Oh, no, I know this the end. I'm finna pop off, nigga. You tripping. But you know what I'm saying? Not to be messy, auntie. Why all the girls look like you? Thank you, Izzy. Man, go ask that fat bitch. Yeah, like he got a type. Them hoes don't look like. Girl, stop playing.