Gimme the Loot Page #3

- Don't worry.

I'll work it off.

- I ain't seen you

in f***in' three weeks.

You come in and ask for $500,

man?

Yo, look.

Yo, this is-

- F*** you.

Come on, man.

This is f***ing

life or death, man.

Well, you're gonna be dead.

- You're gonna be dead,

so dress warm.

Yo, you a Yankee fan?

What about you?

Get the f*** out of here.

- You heard him.

Get the f*** out of here, man.

You're fired.

- Fired?

- Fired.

- Get the f*** out of here,

man.

That's why Ike Davis

sucks mad dick.

Nigga, f*** both of y'all.

Oh!

Jeter swallows, motherf***er.

Clown.

# Either that

or a 50-cent ho #

You set, Malcolm?

Actually...

They baggin' downstairs,

so they said give me, like,

ten of yours.

Well, I don't have ten.

I got five.

You want 'em?

- That'll work.

That's good. That's good.

- I mean,

I just have one delivery, so...

All right, word.

All right, here, turn around.

All I see on these streets,

Malcolm,

is guys wearing flip-flops.

It's f***ing disgusting,

really.

It's not a joke.

I mean, what the f***

is this city coming to?

Back in the '90s,

you would have never seen a guy

wearing flip-flops.

I mean, if a woman wants to show

her pretty toes, fine.

I don't recommend it, but...

You want to go to the beach

in flip-flops, all right.

It's a pass there, but...

What's the address?

- Yo, it's this girl-

Ginnie.

She's Donnie's sister's friend

from high school.

I don't know.

Private school girl.

Where does she live?

She's all right.

Yo, Malcolm,

could you just chill

for a second?

You know,

I'm really bored out here.

It's f***ing hot as sh*t,

and I just-

just want to talk

for a second.

- Yo, it's not even like-

it's not even like that.

Look, Donnie just chewed my ass

about how slow I am,

and I'm just trying

to speed this sh*t up.

Yo, f*** Donnie.

Chill and talk to your boy Lenny

for a second.

Yo, I gotta jet, man.

Like, come on.

I just need the address.

All right.

It's 34 East 1 Oth Street,

okay?

A'ight, what apartment?

- Six.

- A'ight.

I miss you, man.

Thank you.

- Be good.

- Peace, Lenny.

- What's up?

- Hi.

Hot out there, huh?

Huh?

- It's hot outside.

- Yeah, it really is.

Um, is Ronaldo upstairs?

Yeah, I guess.

Ronaldo.

# Ronaldo #

Sofia?

Yeah.

Oh, come on, nigga.

You still asleep?

No, I'm depressed.

Why are you depressed?

They discontinue Fruity Pebbles?

She dumped me.

- Now, you know that girl

was just f***ing with you.

You know

that sh*t wasn't serious.

- I can't stop thinking

about her.

I don't know

what I'm gonna do.

- You gonna give us

that 100 bucks

for that "Ronaldo loves Alyssa"

custom we made you.

That's what you gonna do.

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