01x05 - Something for The Weekend

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♪ But you be
playin' that role ♪

♪ You always actin' tough ♪

♪ When I get back
on that road ♪

♪ Them hoes,
they show me love ♪

♪ All of a sudden... ♪

All set.

Oh, wait.
There's actually

a second verse
that's just right about...

Thank you, Jill.

Okay. Um,

I've got something
fresh out of Miami.

It's gaining a little bit
of local traction.

I think it might be dope
for "Feeling Myself"

or maybe even
"Weekend Workout."

Great. Let's hear it.

♪ I'ma spend his cream ♪

Oh sh*t. That's my girl!

♪ I'ma spend his cream ♪

♪ Put his face in
that cr*ck like fiends ♪

♪ Put an arch in
your back then leave ♪

♪ I'ma show you how
to run these schemes ♪

♪ Say my name in it,
go insane in it ♪

♪ Say this p*ssy too wild,
no taming it ♪

Okay. Love it.

They're so good, aren't they?

This is actually my
really good friend Shawna,

and I was waiting
to pitch them until,

you know, they've
written a few more songs.

- Well, I knew who they were too good to wait on.
- Um...

Cool. Good find, guys.

- Thank you!
- Thank you!

♪ No friends in the industry ♪

♪ My brothers been
my brothers, man ♪

♪ You n*gg*s ain't no
kin to me, a fact, whoa ♪

♪ I was known for snappin'
when I chat before the app ♪

♪ Stood on everything I
said and never took it back ♪

Upgraded seats,
poppin' bottles with the legroom!

♪ Trick me out and I'm finna
do tricks in the bedroom ♪

- ♪ Sittin' so close
to the pilot ♪ - Yeah!

♪ Just might f*ck him and
rename his cockpit to my d*ck! ♪

- Look, my foot don't even reach!
- Oh my god!

Baby's first
flight! Look at her!

Excuse me. Another
round, please.

Mm!

- What?
- You know what woulda been good with this?

Cinnabon!

- Bye, y'all!
- Bye, y'all!

Insert the
metal fittings, one into the other,

and tighten by pulling on...

You about to love this city.

Ooh! Can I twerk on
this? I should twerk on this.

Oh my god, Mia, Mia!

You're gonna fall! Be careful.

Aw, look at
Auntie and dem. I see ya now.

Hey!

Girl, I look like you on
Maurice last weekend, okay?

Sak pasé! You want
some of this "sak pussé"?

Girl, f*ck you! It was
not even like that!

All this energy? Save
that for your man, okay?

Child, please, okay? I'm
strictly seducing and scheming

this weekend, okay?
Emptying them pockets, okay?

- No way. What's the deal with him anyway?
- I mean,

just a rich white man.

d*ck probably don't even work.

We
Could take a subway or take a taxi...

Subway? Girl, do I look
like Master Splinter to you?

Girl, or ninja turtle?
Girl, don't play with me.

- Ooh! Hold this.
- Girl! Okay.

Attention!

This is how a bad bitch

leave Miami and
arrive in Queens.

You b*tches can't even
spell "Queens." Mm!

Watch my smoke, hoes.

Mm! Jeffrey!

Don't forget the red bottoms. Get in, girl!

Come on. Talking about some
damn subway, girl. Bitch, please!

♪ I'm rich, but still
the same bitch ♪

♪ Rather slice a n*gga's
tires, look him in his face ♪

♪ Say I love him
while I'm lying ♪

♪ I love how he tricky,
wanna put me in his hand ♪

♪ I'ma make him work,
put a cookie, n*gga, word ♪

Watch this
sh*t, watch this sh*t.

- Boom! Double.
- Woo-hoo!

- Boy, gimme that sh*t. Get your ankles!
- W. As usual.

Hey, bro, let me get a
sandwich. Uh, no mayo though.

I'm vegan till, like, Friday.

Man, I ain't making you no
weird-ass sandwiches. Come on.

- Hey!
- Hey!

Happy Friday.
What are you up to?

- I'm just chilling with these fools.
- What's up, Shawna?

Hey, Jermaine. Hi, Aubrey.

What's happening with you?

Not much. I'm bored. Just got off work.

Hey, wait up.
Someone's at the door.

Ay! What the heck?

- Hey, Shawna!
- What's up, Shawna!

I missed you so much!

I'm in your city.

Mm-hm.

- Oh. Oh.
- Get a room, bro!

- Alright.
- Come here. I wanna show you some things.

Be careful with him!

Better open a window
back there! Nasty ass...

Good job.

- Damn, I'm sweaty.
- Yeah. That's 'cause you put in

- efficient work.
- Shut up.

- Yeah.
- No, you made me wait months to see you.

I know. I'm sorry.

- Oh. Oh...
- What you doing?

My lashes. These were
expensive, bro.

- What?
- Nothing!

You staring at me.

I mean, this is just a new look.

Yeah, I had to get on my
bad bitch sh*t to see my man.

Uh-huh. I like it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Tell me what else you like.

Oh sh*t...

Damn. Uh...

I wish we could
spend the day in bed,

but I got a test on Monday.

Okay. Grab your flashcards.

What's stopping you?

Oh, f*ck.

Check this out, y'all!

The Moët chilling!

Ooh!

Then we have the berries.

Dipping! And the views,

the m*therf*cking
views. View it, bitch.

Yes! I mean,

I might have to get me a New
York spot for the weekends.

A bitch could get used to this.

♪ Bad little bitch, they
don't make 'em like me ♪

♪ Not a lot of n*gg*s
can afford me ♪

I made it! I made it.

It's like the old me can't even
get in touch with the new me.

The old me is like...

"Bitch, I hate your guts!"

The new me is like...

"Bitch, suck my ass
through a straw."

You b*tches can never,
ever, ever, ever, ever, ever,

ever, ever, ever...

Campfire Twist.

Ooh! Mind the assets!

Seared duck heart with trout roe

and tender young vegetables.

Damn, they're really
trying to make you feel

- some type of way with these descriptions, huh?
- Works on me.

♪ I got pretty pearlies, baby ♪

♪ These n*gg*s
ain't texting me ♪

Ladies, when you
a five-star bitch,

make them pay
for every star, okay?

Your presence is the presents.

Look at this little
banana pudding! It's so cute!

Oh, wait, wait, wait, no, wait.

Cliff and I at our first
dinner in New York.

Me and Cliffy about to
destroy this banana pudding.

I can't wait
till you're here for good.

You just wanna see me freeze to
death in these New York winters.

Well, you do look good
in my puffy-ass coats

so...

Thank you.

So, like...

What's next with all this
for the group? I mean.

I don't know.

I know that for
the first time ever,

- I'm not, like, overthinking things.
- Mm.

Which I like.

And it's working.

But that video
you sent me, like...

Oh...

I was a rolling, rolling like...

zooted.

What a night.

You ready? 'Cause
I'll, um, I'll get a check.

I took care of it.

Oh, you got money now?

I wanted to treat you this time.

I popped up on
you. It was my idea.

Okay, fine, but...

tomorrow's on me.

Okay.

sh*t pretty as f*ck.

My view's not so bad either.

Yeah?

♪ I was tripping, you was
tripping, who the pilot? ♪

- How about now?
- f*cking amazing.

♪ Not a riot ♪

♪ And I had a
nightmare last night... ♪

Touch yourself more.

♪ We had too many hoes in
this bitch, I had to round 'em up ♪

♪ I had too many hoes in
my face, I had to cut 'em off ♪

Mm...

You are making it very
hard to stay on this side of the car.

♪ Ayy, bitch, can
I break you off? ♪

Mm... Good.

Mm...
Play with it.

♪ f*ck what a n*gga do,
reach for some inner peace ♪

♪ Geeked on my side of town,
dope when I'm sliding down ♪

♪ Ghost when I'm sliding down,
Ghost when I'm sliding down ♪

- Okay, I'll take that now.
- Mm...

You sure you don't
want me to come up?

I don't know. The
liquor really hittin'.

I think I'ma pass out.

No problem.

Tomorrow, I'll show
you around some more.

Maybe we can do some shopping.

I like how that sound.

Sleep well. I'll
see you in the morning.

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.

♪ Wanna f*ck the world ♪

♪ I'm a walking erection ♪

♪ Your n*gga caught us texting ♪

♪ You said, baby, don't be mad ♪

♪ You know how Brent is ♪

♪ If you ain't
speaking good to me ♪

What are you doing?

I'm making something for you.

What?

♪ Just 'cause I f*ck you,
that don't mean I trust you ♪

♪ I don't ♪

♪ You've got some high hopes ♪

♪ High hopes, baby ♪

♪ f*ck me crazy and
I'll tell you about me ♪

Yes... Yeah...

♪ I was nothin' at all ♪

Today's a big day, y'all. Mm...

First, we're gonna go to Chanel.

And then, we gonna go to Louis.

Then, we gonna get a
little bit of that Balenciaga.

Oh, and then,

we gonna go to the Empire State Building.

Hello?

Hello?!

Who...

Ooh!

- Hey, Mia!
- You busy right now?

Um, I'm just working
on trying to get ready

- for this brunch to go with Cliff...
- Man, go the f*ck around!

- Mia?
- I need somewhere to go.

What happened to your hotel?

Just come to Cliff's.
You can stay with us.

Aight. Well, where
he staying again?

- Near Best Buy?
- He lives in Bed-Stuy.

- Let me just text you the address.
- Aight.

Excuse me, ladies and
gentlemen! I am sorry to interrupt!

I know that your
time is valuable!

I have been diagnosed
with stage four cancer!

I have no medical
insurance! I lost my job

related to COVID-19!

But because someone
stole my identity,

I couldn't collect
unemployment insurance!

Anything would help.

No third rail power.

At this time, we're
investigating right now.

No f*cking way! He got an
offer from Simpson already?

What's the point of
us studying this hard

if we're just gonna end up
at some tier-two law firm?

I don't even know,
man. Like... We'll see.

So, that's Cliff's polite way
of saying "speak for yourself."

Haven't you heard? It's
Wachtell or bust for this guy.

I mean, Cravath was
his security choice.

Yeah, right.
Yeah, I wish,

but I'm not even certain I
wanna go the public interest route.

You can drop the faux humility.

It doesn't make us
hate you any less.

Thank you.

Hey!

- Shawna! Hi!
- Oh, hi.

- It's so good to finally meet you!
- Hi. Yes.

- Cliff has told me so much about you.
- Aw. Well, hi.

- Fatima, right? Yeah. Nice to meet you.
- Yes.

You, too. Oh! And
congratulations.

Cliff told me that they
played your song in a club.

- Yes.
- Oh!

They did. Thank you.

Does it feel like a big
weight off your shoulders?

- What do you mean?
- Well, I know you've been working at this for a while.

Yeah. Yeah.

Oh, Mia! You made it!

Ah! Okay, girl, I saved you some food.

And, oh, we have
champagne right here, girl.

Had a long ride?

Some orange juice here too.

Keep pouring.

Why y'all live here?

You know there's
other options, right?

She's gonna need her own flute

'cause they'll kick
you out for sharing.

Mm. You must be Cliff.

It's nice to meet you.

Oh, yeah. Sorry, guys.
This is Mia, my friend.

Everyone, this is
Mia. Mia, everyone.

I get it.

The city takes a
minute to grow on you.

Never gonna grow on me.

And if it do, I'ma cut it off.

I mean, you're gonna have to
travel here a lot though, right?

f*ck no. For what?

For your group?

Since Shawna's moving here.

Shawna doing what?

She didn't tell you?

No.

We gonna figure it out.

Holy sh*t.

- Girl! Jill just invited us to a Spotify party.
- What?

- No!
- Yes, bitch.

- Bitch, let's go.
- Yes!

Let's go! Say less!

♪ Share like Fifi,
bad like Riri ♪

♪ Turn it on like
TV, drink up Fiji ♪

♪ Pop it in like a CD,
got my name on repeat ♪

♪ The girls wanna be me,
but these hoes don't see me ♪

♪ But these hoes don't see me ♪

It's your last night here,

and you wanna spend it with
someone you see all the time?

Can
you lower your voice, please?

I'm asking if you
want to come with us.

- Nah, I-I'm good on that.
- Jill said there's gonna be an open bar.

Fine. Whatever.

Hey!

Your makeup looks really good.

Thank you.

Could you, um,

maybe do mine?

My eyelashes keep falling off.

I've been waiting
for you to ask.

♪ I said oh ♪

♪ The ill nana ♪

♪ His lil baby, so I
call him Big Papa ♪

♪ He want my ah-ah ♪

- You pull it off.
- Shawna and Mia in the building.

- What's up? What's up? Oh!
- Period.

Baby, will you record
us as we, like, walk up?

- Yeah.
- And get Spotify in it.

- Okay, we here. We here.
- We here!

Our turn!

♪ This too hot to handle,
guaranteed to go loco ♪

Seduce and scheme!

I think there's
a photobooth back here.

Ooh, but that sh*t so swanky!

Hey, Jill!

- Oh my god! And you must be Mia!
- Hey...

- Y'all look so beautiful!
- Thank you!

Oh my god!

- Hey!
- Oh god, so good to see you!

It's so nice to meet you.

Girl, thank you so
much for hookin' us up.

- Oh, you did that.
- Yeah, of course.

I'm so glad that y'all
could make it this weekend.

- Aw.
- Look, I was just pitching you...

- Really?
- Fingers crossed, but I feel good about it.

- Girl, what?
- Oh sh*t!

Oh my god, Jill, seriously,
like, thank you so much.

- For real.
- For real.

Alright, so I just got
y'all two wristbands,

and a press pass for the third.

Okay, press pass!
Look at you! You official!

Very important p*ssy!

Okay, girl, show us
around, please. I want to see.

Welcome to Spotify.

♪ I don't know that lame
bitch I'm like, "Who the ho?" ♪

♪ Big ice, VV's,
call me Coolio ♪

♪ The Big Don, 1942, Julio ♪

You see this? Baby, please,

record everything. Like,
pan around the room,

- from her to the...
- Shawna, relax. I heard you.

♪ I could make that
p*ssy sing like the studio ♪

♪ Sing it to me, baby ♪

Hey!

Alright, so I have someone

that I want y'all to meet.
Crystal is one of our editors,

and she's who you wanna know.

- Pop, pop, pop!
- Is he rapping to her?

- Mm...
- She don't like that.

Alright, let's head over.

- Now? Okay.
- Mm-hmm! Hey,

just follow my lead. It's okay.

Babe, we'll be right back.

- Hi!
- Hi!

- Hello!
- Shawna...

- Champagne?
- Thank you.

We'll just let you guys have
a good night. And thank you!

- Okay, okay, okay.
- Bye, y'all.

We got on a playlist!

That's great, baby!

- Period!
- Yes! We did that sh*t! Ooh, bitch.

♪ Why you bring that
money to the club ♪

- Wristbands, wristbands.
- Here you go.

Whoa, slow it down,
Turbo. Wristbands only.

- But no, he with us.
- Not if he ain't got a wristband he ain't gettin' up in here.

- They're being so extra.
- You should go ahead.

I'll just, uh...
I'll be at the bar.

- Are you sure?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh wait, baby.

Can I have my phone?

Thank you.

♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪

- Bad b*tches linking up all over!
- Y'all see it!

You already know the
baddest b*tches in Miami!

I got 'em right here! And they up next!

♪ Ay, let's go,
let's go, let's go ♪

♪ I'm kinda low-key, kinda
like way down hoes... ♪

Oh my god, girl. Look, look,
look. That's Sunny Howard.

He does, like,
everybody's music videos.

- We have to talk to him.
- Damn.

- Everybody trying to talk to him.
- Yeah.

Oh sh*t, girl. I'll
be right back.

What? Where you going?

Look, Sunny looks like he's
gonna be occupied for a while,

and I gotta go check on Cliff.

Hey. What are you
doing down here?

Where's Mia?

Oh, she's upstairs.

We were in VIP. We
just met Maliibu Miitch.

- I just got a video and everything.
- So you gonna go back?

No. No, no. I'm here.

I'm with you. What
are we drinking?

Alcohol.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh
my god. Don't look. Don't look.

That's Brent Faiyaz.

What?

It's Brent
Faiyaz. It's Brent Faiyaz.

- Hey, you try these yet?
- Oh!

No, no. They look like...

science experiments.
Long-ass names.

That's what
I'm sayin'. Um...

Let me get a whiskey neat.

- Good choice.
- You a artist?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm in a group.

- I'm in a rap group.
- Word. Let me hear somethin'.

Oh, okay. Um...

No, I'm f*ckin' with you.

I'm f*ckin' with you.

- I was ready to. I got bars. I'm good.
- Right. Word?

I can't stand when
people do that.

"Sing me something.
Will you sing for me?"

- I know. That's so annoying.
- Yeah.

I make music, so I
get that sh*t all the time.

- Oh, you make music?
- Mm.

Okay, let me not pretend no more
because I know you make music.

- Like, I'm a big, big fan.
- Appreciate you.

- For real.
- For real. That's love.

I don't wanna be this
person at all, but...

could we get a couple photos?

Oh, fasho.

Oh, can you take a few of us?

- Prom-style.
- Oh.

Oh! Cliff,

- um, this is Brent Faiyaz.
- What's going on, man?

Good to meet you.

Hey, we-we've just been
listening to your music.

- Yeah! Yeah! We listen to your music all the time.
- Appreciate you.

- All the time, huh?
- Like... Yeah.

"Skyline" is, like,
my favorite song.

- That's one of my favorites. Yeah, for real.
- Really?

- You're so talented. Like, I'm just...
- Wow.

I appreciate that. For real.

Well, thank you. It
was nice meeting you.

- Good to meet you. Good luck with everything.
- Yeah.

- Have a good night.
- You, too.

♪ Five, four, three, two,
where the ones go? ♪

♪ This a sh*t show,
put you front row ♪

Mia, have you seen Cliff?

I cannot find him anywhere.

Excuse you!

- What you say, hoe?
- I said excuse y...

Excuse you?

I am so sorry. I am so sorry.

- This bitch just hit me!
- Excuse you, bitch! Who you...

- Call security! She didn't even do anything to you!
- I am so...

Call security! Call the
mayor! Call Eric Adams!

Bitch, is you serious?

You apologizing to
these m*therf*ckers?

- Girl, breathe. Please.
- For real?

When you asked me
to go to New York, I go.

No questions asked.
So when sh*t go down,

you supposed to have my back.

I have your back! We
are at a work event!

- It's people watching us!
- All you care about is work!

You don't even f*cking know
what I went through this weekend.

And you ain't even ask.

Selfish as f*ck.

Mm. Aight, yo.

Hey. Hey, here she
comes. Here she comes.

Hey, the
superstar is on her way up.

Bow and prepare your offerings.

Hey, bro.

Gimme your phone,
man. What are you doing?

Deadass? Seriously?
You know what?

I hope your mama watching
this live. I'm about to call her.

Man...

There she is! Hey!

What are you doing?

What is wrong with you?

Oh my god. You are wasted.

- Yo, turn that off.
- Say hi!

Are you recording? Are
you on live right now? Stop!

- Please, stop.
- No, no, no, no, no!

I'm the cameraman, remember?

Like, this is what
you want, right?

You can't survive without
documenting every waking moment.

You know, w-we can't
just show the highlight reel!

I mean, c-can you
please tell your fans

why you really
came this weekend?

What are you even talking about?

Stop recording me!

Ay, so she got me over here,

looking at apartments,
whole time,

she ain't got no plans to come
here, let alone f*ckin' move.

And then, she
brings me to Spotify

just so I can watch her
d*ck-ride Brent Faiyaz!

Right? Hey, t-tell the truth.

Because, like, it seems
like you planned that sh*t.

I came to New York
to see my boyfriend.

I got on a plane to see
you. That is what I planned!

- You left me.
- You left m-me, Cliff!

I've been your plus
one for three years!

You couldn't do
it for three hours!

Who the f*ck are you anymore?

Like, you sucking and
f*cking all different,

your eyelashes are
going everywhere,

and then you show
up to my doorstep,

acting like a g*dd*mn
hood p*rn star.

f*ck you.

I'm sorry I'm not
a stuffy law-bitch

that you can fit into
your 10-year plan.

- Get that out of my face!
- No!

- This ain't about Fatima and you know that.
- How is it not about her?!

I'm sure she watching
this sh*t right now! Hey!

I mean, you're the one
pillow-talking with the bitch!

- g*dd*mn!
- No!

- You are so insecure!
- I'm insecure?

Look in the mirror, bro!
You are on live right now,

crying about Brent
f*cking Faiyaz?

- You look stupid as f*ck!
- Brent Faiyaz is not thinking about you

or that weak-ass music.

That sh*t is trash.

If that's how the f*ck you feel,
maybe we shouldn't be together.

Ay, y-y'all hear that.

Hey, she don't think
we should be together.

What the f*ck do you
think I've been saying

for the past 10 minutes?

Move.

Move!

Your mama on the phone.
She's stuttering, so...

might wanna call her.

Yeah, ma'am. He-he-he
gonna call you back.

sh*t, she got me stuttering now.

Hey.

Hey.

I got this for you.

Okay.

Mia, I-I should have
been there for you.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know what's
wrong with me.

I just keep f*cking
everything up.

Thanks.

♪ Don't need 'em,
no longer need it ♪

♪ Color no stringing,
leave and let it be ♪

♪ I don't need 'em,
no longer need it ♪

♪ Not tryna ride on that
bull, I grew up, took advice ♪

♪ Smoke 'em
off, hit the lights ♪

♪ Watch me back around
when that price hit ♪

♪ Why I don't socialize?
Simply I don't like to ♪

♪ And maybe I don't like you ♪

♪ New friends, there's new
problems and new drama ♪

♪ And I'm sorry if I changed,
it was for the better ♪

♪ Didn't mean to
hurt your feelings ♪

♪ If I ain't sh*t, then
you're not either ♪

♪ If it's true about
what they say ♪

♪ It's really gone
when you don't care ♪

♪ So let's do bad 'cause
I don't need them ♪

♪ Same number, shawty,
since the headline, mm-hmm ♪

♪ n*gg*s hit my phone
like it's a hotline, mm-mmm ♪

♪ Me sure shoulda
changed once I got shine ♪

♪ Ay, bitch, I'm in my bag now,
can't reminisce on past life ♪

♪ Ay, look out, bitch,
thugging up that ladder, ay ♪

♪ Carolina cheddar, 'bout
that cheddar, please do better ♪

♪ He tried called me a sellout ♪

♪ Asked n*gg*s what
they show about ♪

♪ n*gg*s be wanting handouts ♪

♪ Ay, that n*gga ain't help
hisself out, I stepped out ♪