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(hip hop music)
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Mask off ♪
♪ pretty faces underneath ♪
♪ If I'm wanted I'ma take it ♪
♪ Ain't no wait, you gotta eat ♪
♪ Statistics all say we wouldn't make it in the streets ♪
♪ But me and my bitches had other plans ♪
♪ Money and rubber bands ♪
♪ No counterfeits either, no cover bands ♪
♪ I'm a bad girl, so platinum stunting my bag ♪
♪ You gon' end up one two in a colostomy bag or body bag ♪
♪ If you don't put that money in this duffle bag ♪
♪ Victim of my circumstances ♪
♪ Grew up had a troubled past ♪
♪ Whole family broke as shit ♪
♪ I done had enough of that ♪
♪ Starving stomach touching back ♪
♪ 'Course I had to touch a pack ♪
♪ Feeling like Santa with the snow off stuff and sex ♪
♪ Plus it got my cousin back ♪
♪ Pull up like, who want the smoke ♪
♪ Call me Daisy or Chanel ♪
♪ But you can't call me phony though ♪
♪ Bad girls with me ♪
♪ Coulda did this on my lonely though ♪
♪ Move one inch, you and your bitch dying, Romeo ♪
♪ Nola, Dee and Crystal got the pistols in the jeep ♪
♪ Fuck officials and police ♪
♪ I got millions in my reach ♪
♪ Got me running into bank like get down, lay down, ♪
♪ Told you one sound playground ♪
♪ Get slid on like a playground ♪
♪ Out of town like a greyhound ♪
♪ For my girls I'ma stay down ♪
♪ No, I'm never switching on them ♪
♪ Never switching on them ♪
♪ Oh, he got a Richard on him ♪
♪ That watch plus the chain ♪
♪ Got me watching him moves ♪
♪ Trying to leave his pockets drained ♪
♪ The coppers on my trail ♪
♪ But they gotta be insane ♪
♪ If they think they catching me ♪
♪ And I'm giving up a name ♪
♪ Likewise if you think I'm giving up the game ♪
♪ Bitch it's "Bag Girls 2" ♪
♪ Some things never change ♪
(woman laughing)
♪ Yeah ♪
- Every put your hands in the air.
Don't move!
(woman screams)
- They don't pay you enough to be no hero.
(gun thuds)
Make another move and we painting this floor red, blood red.
Suwoo!
(woman screams)
- Shut the fuck up, Karen.
(woman screams)
- [Woman] Don't move.
Sit!
- Teller, put your hands in the air.
Everybody else, get on the ground.
- Everybody, pull out your cellphones slowly,
and put them in this bag.
Don't nobody want your damn wallet.
(dramatic music)
- Oh shit!
- Who's the manager?
- I'm the manager. - Well, stand your ass up!
Ms. Gucci, we got three minutes!
- [Dee] Turn around.
Get up. - Don't fucking move.
- Hey, watch them.
- We got this.
Your money is federally insured,
but that's not what we're here for,
so sit down, shut up,
and it will be over in a minute, okay?
- You will never be able to get in there.
You need two different keys
to open the safe deposit box.
- I got my own key, box three.
(drill drilling)
- Freeze.
Lower your weapon.
(gun fires)
(crowd screaming)
- I hear one more word out of y'all,
I'ma start shooting, try me.
- Do you wanna be next?
- Please, please, don't shoot me.
- Hey, Ms. Chanel, you good?
- I'm good.
- He good? - He good.
The bullet didn't go through his vest,
with his lucky ass.
- Ms. Louie, y'all got that bag?
- We got that bag!
(dramatic music)
- How we looking?
- So far, so good.
- I don't see anything so we should be straight.
- So, let's see what's inside this safe deposit box.
- Oh, no, this mine right here.
- Not much cash in here though.
Like 250, maybe three.
- Benny said, "It should be more than cash in there."
(coins clink)
So, I guess he was talking about these gold coins.
(coins clink)
I wonder how much these are even worth.
- And they look rare.
They're definitely worth some cheese.
(coin clinks)
Hey, what's this?
A flash drive?
I wonder what's on this.
- Probably, some kiddie porn or some shit.
You know rich people be into all kind of wild shit.
Look at this gold 45!
- [Dee] No telling, man.
Aye, we got a laptop here, don't we?
- Yeah, I got one.
I just gotta charge it up.
- All right, I'll just check this later.
- What's this?
Crew, look.
Look at these.
- Oh my God!
- Diamonds are forever
- Bitch, let me see them!
Let me see them.
- Here, girl.
- Shit.
Bro.
Aye, who's box did we hit?
- I don't even know.
Benny said, "It was some drug dealer from North Florida."
Nobody we would be familiar with.
- A hustler hiding cash, coins and diamonds in Detroit?
Nah, that ain't the normal dealer.
- I mean, it's hard to hide millions of dollars in cash.
I mean, sometimes, you gotta convert the cash
into smaller valuable items.
There's nothing more valuable than diamonds.
- Aye, man, I think this might be the biggest lick
we ever hit.
- For real.
(waves crashing)
- Daisy, you ready?
- Gimme a minute to change with your little nasty ass.
- I'm serious.
It's my first time meeting him,
and I wanna make a good impression.
(Daisy scoffing)
- Internet dating.
I'm only going so he don't kill your ass.
(soft music)
Waiter, can I get a vodka and cranberry?
Thank you.
- Crystal.
Look, you're even prettier in person.
(Crystal laughs)
- Andre, thank you.
How are you doing?
- I'm great, now that I'm sitting here next to you.
How you been, girl?
♪ I whip out my John and she ain't shy to get on ♪
♪ Took out my Vlone, going right where I belong ♪
♪ She say, "Gimme my first, I swear I won't be long" ♪
♪ Starting with my amigo ♪
- Hmmm.
Detective Herd, sounds so familiar.
(Dee sighs)
♪ Coke bottle shape tryna make my top pop ♪
♪ Let the door open she ain't never got enough ♪
♪ I ain't in the friendzone, friendzone ♪
(upbeat music)
(phone buzzes)
- [James] Baby, why you ain't come talk to me?
- Let me get to work.
- [Woman] James, I tried to- - Hello.
- Hey, Benny.
How are you?
- Yeah, I'm good.
I was caught up a little bit earlier.
What that bag look like?
- Good as hell.
300 in cash, some gold coins,
something real special.
Take a look at the pic.
- Damn, them some big shiny rocks.
How many of them is it?
- [Nola] 20 of them?
You got a buyer in mind?
- A couple Jewish dudes I can reach out to.
Don't worry, they getting sold.
When y'all leaving out?
- We're ready and packed.
First thing in the morning, we're hitting the road.
- All right, cool.
Send me a pic of them coins too, front and back.
I'll have my Jewish guy working on a quote
for them and them stones.
Good job, my baby.
Now, whose safety deposit box you had the info on?
(dramatic music)
- Polo has arrived.
Shall I tell him you'll be down shortly?
- No send him in.
- As you wish.
- Polo, you may come up.
(footsteps thudding)
- Polo, what are you doing in my house
at this time of night?
The business we conduct keeps me tight.
I need this time to relax,
so I can prepare for whatever wretchedness,
the next business day beholds.
- Well, Soleraa, you're getting your dose
of wretchedness tonight.
- What is it?
- One of the boxes got hit today.
One of the special ones.
- Which box, Polo?
- The one in Michigan.
- And what was the particular contents of this box, Polo?
- 300 cash, about 100 in gold coin,
a couple of hard drives and-
- Spit it out.
- It was close to a $1,000,000 of diamonds in that box,
that's not the worst of it.
On those hard drives,
we keep a copy of all the main trafficking routes,
stash houses, and the names and badge numbers
of all the dirty cops on our payroll.
- $1.4 million gone. - [Polo] That's it.
- Our chain of distribution compromised.
- There's a possibility things can be slowed down
for a minute.
- Polo, get back those hard drives.
Get my money, find my diamonds,
and then I want you to kill whoever the fuck stole them.
- I'm on it.
I've already alerted anybody
that can make a play for those diamonds.
It's gonna be hard to move them.
Hopefully, they don't figure out
what's on those hard drives.
We can get them back in our possession as soon as possible.
- Hopefully, for them
and for you.
- Jefa, one last thing,
your father's gold Desert Eagle was in that box also.
- My father's gold pistol?
(birds chirping)
- Soleraa, let me show you
how we deal with cockroaches in this family.
- Boss, it wasn't me,
I swear, boss,
it wasn't me, I swear.
- How dare you steal from the hand that feeds you?
- Boss, boss, it wasn't me, it wasn't me.
- The hand that feeds your fat ass wife,
your three dumb kids, how dare you?
- Boss, boss, boss.
I swear, boss, it wasn't me.
Boss, I swear, I swear it wasn't me.
(gun fires)
- Soleraa, listen to me,
never steal, never cheat, but never ever lie.
You understand this, baby?
- Yes father. - Okay.
(gun firing)
Give me that.
Why did you do this?
- Because you stomp the cockroach,
not step on it father.
- Let's go get ice cream.
- Get back my gun.
(footsteps thudding)
(car engine roars)
- All right, so we should be back in four days.
- Well, I already got us hotel rooms booked in Atlanta.
We'll spend a couple of nights there,
and then we'll drive the rest of the way.
It'll only be about 11 or 12-hour drive.
- I got a home girl I used to go to school with
that live in ATL.
I'ma try to link up with her. - Cool.
- I had a long night, y'all.
I'ma get all my rest on this road trip.
- All right, well we ready to go.
So did you end up near some D last night?
(all laughing)
- [Crystal] I did.
(gentle music)
- Damn.
Hey, y'all see this video?
I saw it on the Crimes In Detroit IG page.
Check the security officer get smoked.
- Shit!
Jesus!
- Should have just scanned the room,
or just sliced the pie.
He would've caught the shooter coming right up from behind.
- Right.
- That's the difference between being a rented cop
and a real cop, I guess, training.
What'd you think, Lewis?
- Well, how about training and arrogance?
What do you think?
- I don't know about arrogance,
but for sure training.
Take a look at it.
- Let me see.
Hey, Herd. - Mm-hmm.
- You remember about a year ago,
we got a call to investigate the drive-by shooting
of the four girls.
The girls driving a Bentley.
- Of course, how could I forget?
They were pretty.
(Herd chuckles)
Let's see, we did our interviews,
and we wrote it up as an extreme case of road rage.
Why are you bringing that up?
- Look, it's four women robbing this bank,
and they're wearing the same outfits,
the four girls were wearing
whose car got shot up that night.
- Let me see that.
Lewis, this is in Detroit not Miami,
besides my niece got that same black outfit.
Don't you think you're reaching a bit, Lewis?
- I'm not so sure.
I'm not so sure.
(gentle music)
- I'm about to go slide by Kitty house and kick it
with her for a minute.
Do you wanna ride with me?
- Nah, go ahead, baby.
Y'all got some catching up to do anyway.
Go ahead and do your thing.
And besides, I'm about to enjoy this bed
and call my baby, and let him know we made it safe.
- All right, I'ma ask Crystal or Daisy to see.
Tell Damon I said, "Hey." - [Nola] I will.
- All right, girl. - Bye.
Don't be too bad.
(door thuds)
Hi, baby. - Hey, babe, what's going on?
- I just wanted to call you,
and let you know we made it slow and safe.
I miss you, and I love you.
- Aw.
I'm missing and loving you too.
So, I'm glad y'all made it to the A safe and sound,
but tell me about Detroit.
I been hearing some crazy stuff, how is it?
- Yeah, it was nice.
We went Downtown,
and they actually have their own little islands.
You gotta take the bridge to get to it,
and there's this real pretty place called Belle Isle.
You remember the movie "8 Mile?"
Forget "8 Mile," "7 Mile" is where the real hustle was at,
and they got their own little say
on how they greet each other too.
- Oh yeah, what's that?
- What up doe?
(Damon chuckles)
Okay, that's way different.
I never heard that before, okay?
But, so what's going on with,
did Dee get to take care of
that business y'all went up there for?
- Yeah, yeah, she did.
They got some real nice homes there too.
Definitely, cheaper than Miami.
Yeah, we visited a mortgage institution there too.
We made a withdrawal.
- Teller, put your hands in the air.
Everybody, now get on the ground.
- And met some real cool people there.
- All right, that's what's up.
Look babe, you know I'm missing your face though.
You know, why don't you send me a couple of pics real quick.
- No problem, baby.
All right, let me take a couple pictures for you right now.
I'll send them to you and call you back.
- All right, cool.
All right.
(upbeat music)
(camera shutter clicking)
Mmm.
Okay.
(upbeat music)
(camera shutter clicking)
I like this one.
(upbeat music)
(camera shutter clicking)
Damn.
Okay.
Damn, girl.
(upbeat music)
(Dee and Kitty laugh)
- Girl, how you been doing?
- I've been good, girl.
- It's been too long. - [Dee] I know.
- So what you been up to.
- Since the divorce been finalized,
me and my homegirls, we started us a business.
Then, you know, I bought me some rental properties,
but other than that, dating has been taking all my time.
- Okay sis, I see you. (fingers snapping)
You always had that entrepreneurial spirit.
I know having tenants cannot be easy,
but you cannot beat real estate when it comes
to building that wealth.
So, what kind of business did you start?
- Oh girl, nothing important,
nothing that you really wanna hear about.
- Girl, I'm serious.
I'm proud of you.
Tell me. - Okay, well,
me and my home girls, see,
we pilfer drug dealers when they getting they cash
on their drug deals,
then we, you know, we free them of any assets
that the known criminals have.
See, we get help from an advisor that we have.
We set them up, we find them,
because they be having these real envious partners,
you feel me?
So, girl.
(both laugh) Girl, I got you.
- Girl, you always been crazy.
You had me going for a second though.
- I was serious.
- Huh? - Got you again, girl.
(both laugh)
- Oh stop it, stop it.
How long you got to be in Atlanta for?
- For like the next two days,
and then we back on our road,
back to Miami, girl.
- Okay, well look,
if you and your girls wanna hit up a party while you here,
there's one tomorrow night.
- Who party is this?
- That's King T's white party.
- Who is King T?
- Just a local rapper who was blowing up
on the underground hip hop scene.
He throws the livest parties in Georgia,
and his white parties are epic.
They're special invite only,
strictly for the movers and shakers in the city.
- A rapper.
You know, if he do anything else?
- I mean, you ain't hear this from me,
but he has been known to get them things
in from out of town.
You know, them white things.
Why do you ask?
- 'Cause we gonna rob him,
(Dee laughs) Got you again, girl.
(Kitty laughs)
- You are so much, girl.
You are too much,
(Kitty laughs) I swear.
- You mind if I take a picture of this,
me and my home girls might slide through.
- Yeah, yeah.
(indistinct)
"We're gonna rob him," you're crazy.
- We're gonna rob him, girl.
See at first, I ain't know what these random names
or addresses was on them flash drives,
but after I seen that invite, it all popped in my head.
- What popped in your head, cuz?
- Look, let's look at this Detroit file real quick.
When I open it, it's random names in it,
and it's about three different addresses.
- And?
- And, one of the addresses is to the bank that we hit.
It got the safety deposit box number on it and everything.
- So, what's these other addresses and names
with the numbers next to them mean?
- See, I don't got all that figured out yet,
but what I can see,
is look at the Atlanta folder.
It's another series of names,
and it's a couple of addresses on here too.
- So?
- So, when I seen this invitation
that my home girl showed me,
the address to the party is the address on the flash drive.
It got me to thinking.
- So you think it might be another bag waiting
for us at this party?
- Exactly.
- Now, usually, we already gotten intel on the operation
on how the licks move.
Don't y'all think we move it a little too fast
on getting the bag without Benny's help?
- [Daisy] Man. - Man, fuck Benny.
We the bag girls, we run this shit.
If he a dope dealer, then we on him.
- Right.
- We're only here for a couple more days,
we can go to the party,
have a ball and leave the next day.
But if the opportunity arises-
- We already got the heat in the back of the jeep.
- Bingo.
(gentle music)
- Welcome ladies, invite please.
- Hi, I'm Kitty Black, personal assistant to Mayor Jackson
and these are my plus ones.
- Four plus ones?
- [Kitty] Uh-huh.
- Man, chill with that.
Look at these fine ass women.
Come on in, enjoy the party.
- [Kitty] Thank you.
- [Man] Enjoy ladies.
(upbeat music)
(bottle pops) (all cheering)
- Yes, yes.
Welcome, welcome, welcome.
Yeah, once again,
I am truly humbled to see all you beautiful people
that have come here and chosen to spend your night
with me tonight.
And for you, and to you,
and for that, I salute.
(all cheering)
DJ, turn that music up!
♪ Got to get them diamonds. ♪
♪ Say what ♪
♪ Get them ♪
♪ Got to get them diamonds ♪
♪ Say what, get it, get it ♪
♪ Got to get them diamonds ♪
♪ Say what, get them ♪
♪ Got to get them diamonds ♪
- Yeah, we gotta get this clown.
- Hey, I'ma go check out the other side
of the club real quick.
- All right, we good.
You go do that, and we'll hold this down over here.
- Oh shit. - You looking for
something special.
- No, yes.
I mean no, I mean,
man, you've just scared the shit out of me.
I gotta pee.
Where the bathroom? - Bathroom?
So, let me understand something.
You pass at least three bathrooms downstairs,
and when you got upstairs,
you end up in my closet? - Yeah.
No, no, look, I just gotta pee.
Where's the bathroom?
- The bathroom is right there down the hall.
Make it quick.
Party on the other side, not here.
- I know y'all ladies ain't from the A,
I ain't never seen ya'll inside the clubs.
- And we ain't never see you in no banks.
- Damn, mama, why you hit me like that?
Don't be so cold.
- But to answer your question, we're from Miami.
- Miami, yeah!
Home of the Hurricanes!
Shit, they used
to be one of my favorite college football teams.
So look, my name's Shaka.
Now, who y'all know to get in this party?
You gotta give me something.
- Damn, Shaka, you real inquisitive.
- You're right. - Hell, yeah.
- You Feds or something? - The Feds?
(Shaka laughs)
Look, look, look, maybe.
Shit, I might have the Feds looking for me,
what the fuck!
Look, I'm asking all these questions,
'cause I partners with the man who party this is,
King T, yeah.
- Fuck!
Answer the phone, Nola.
Shit!
(door knocks)
- What's the holdup?
You been in there too long.
- Give me a minute, please. - A minute?
Girl, if you ain't out here in 10 seconds,
I'ma kick this fucking door down
and drag you out.
10, nine, eight,
this bitch think I'm playing.
Seven, six, five, four,
she gon' see.
Three, two, one.
Fuck you was gonna do with that.
- I was just trying to get this string off my outfit.
- Man, get out of my bathroom.
- [Dee] There's definitely something going on
with that King T.
- [Crystal] But do you think there's a lick
in this club somewhere?
- [Dee] I know it is.
- [Nola] How do we even know
if there's anything in there for us?
- [Dee] There's something in there.
- [Crystal] Say less.
- [Nola] Let's go.
- [Dee] Bag girls,
we just gotta hit him fast and hard, no hesitating.
Somebody gonna tell us where that bag at.
♪ Slim bitch, slim thick bitch ♪
♪ Real thick bitch ♪
♪ It don't matter I'ma hit ♪
♪ Red bitch, dull bitch, brown bitch ♪
- The party's over.
It wasn't a costume party anyway.
- No, the party's just started.
(gun fires)
(man screams)
♪ I'm throwing dollar ♪
♪ Dollar at the dollar ♪
♪ I'ma make it rain ♪
♪ We gonna have a money shower ♪
♪ Blow 100,000 ♪
♪ 100,000 ♪
♪ Whatever goes up, up, up, goes down ♪
♪ I'm throwing dollar ♪
♪ Dollar at the dollar ♪
♪ I'ma make it rain ♪
♪ We gonna have a money shower ♪
♪ Blow 100,000 ♪ (guns firing)
♪ 100,000, ♪
♪ 100,000 ♪
♪ Whatever goes up, up, up, goes down ♪
♪ I'm throwing dollars ♪
♪ Dollar all around it ♪ (gun fires)
♪ She gotta pay but she ain't worried about no drama ♪
♪ She say I love when I rub the money on her body ♪
♪ Bitch, I make it rain ♪
♪ I make it flood like a tsunami ♪
♪ First, I pull out 20,000 ♪
- I was just getting more champagne.
(gun clicks)
- [Daisy] I think, you should be leaving.
- But my girl is in there.
- [Dee] And what's your name?
- Kiekie.
- [Dee] How many more people are in this club?
- Three.
My girl, Candy, Shaka and King T.
- [Nola] Kiekie and Candy, how sweet.
- [Kiekie] Look, we were just trying to make some money.
- [Crystal] The back door is open.
Ignore the bleeding dude in the hallway,
step over the other three shot motherfuckers
in the backyard, take the motherfucking heels off
and run your ass home.
- Okay.
Well, if y'all finna go up there and start shooting people,
shoot my girl in the ass.
It's fake, it won't hurt as much.
- Get your ass outta here now!
Get the fuck down
on the ground! - Holy shit!
Holy shit!
I don't know who the fuck y'all think this is,
but y'all fucking with the wrong one tonight.
- Let her go!
- [King T] I ain't let nobody go.
- I said let her go!
- [King T] I ain't let nobody go.
- If you think we give a fuck about her,
I'll cut her ass in half to get to you!
- Back the fuck up!
Wrong one, you got the wrong one tonight.
You got the wrong nigga tonight.
Yeah, yeah.
- Where the cash at? - [King T] Yeah, yeah.
Fuck you, bitch.
- {Crystal] that shit fit in my pocket,
I don't want that shit.
Where the bag at?
- Get the fuck outta here.
(indistinct)
(gun fires)
- He running towards the pool.
Ms. Chanel, rain on they ass.
(gun fires)
- Oh shit.
(gun firing) (dramatic music)
(gun firing)
- I hear sirens, let's get outta here.
(police siren wailing)
(upbeat music)
♪ I'm a bad little bitch with an attitude ♪
♪ And my waist so slim with a fatty too ♪
♪ Know I keep a few coins with the tools to use ♪
♪ And if a nigga acts slick ♪
♪ Getting popped like balloons, pow ♪
♪ Far from (indistinct) ♪
♪ Check the bag, yeah ♪
♪ Get the front and the back, we never lacking ♪
♪ Got a feeling for the pussy, like a crackhead ♪
♪ Wanna skin her through my body like a casket ♪
♪ I'm a big price ♪
♪ Just roll the dice ♪
♪ Step up your price ♪
♪ P-R-I-C-E, that's right ♪
♪ You see my eyes ♪
♪ Plant you at night ♪
♪ My life's a price ♪
♪ P-R-I-C-E, that's right ♪
♪ I'm the distraction, oh, not a fraction ♪
♪ Fucking with me, you'll be missing the action ♪
♪ Fuck all your parents, that shit dead like a casket ♪
♪ Ain't that strong wood, doors like a cabin ♪
♪ I'm a big price, with a big ass ♪
- Hey y'all, this the most cash we ever hit.
- I know that's right.
- Listen, once Benny sets up the meeting
about the gold chains and the diamonds,
we'll know exactly how much we got to split up.
- Yeah, but remember he ain't got nothing to do
with that Atlanta bag.
- I know that Crystal.
Dee, you keep the Atlanta bag,
and I'ma keep the Detroit bag.
- Wait, y'all taking everything.
What are we gon get?
- Dee's nuts.
(all laughing)
Daisy, I'm playing.
Don't start though.
We gonna split it four ways,
like we done did it the past 20 times we did.
- I ain't tripping.
Look, I got the gold pistol anyway, so.
- Well, listen, I gotta go catch up with my man,
I'll catch up with you bitches
in about five or six days.
- Take care. - You too.
(upbeat music) (vocalizing)
♪ Hey ♪
♪ Ooh, yeah ♪
♪ Like he's taking over ♪
♪ Hey, ooh ♪
♪ Like he's taking over ♪
♪ Something that you roll is going on, yeah ♪
♪ Feeling that I'm getting is making me go deeper ♪
♪ It merely pulls me close to you ♪
♪ Instead me going back and forth on the sofa ♪
♪ And all I wanna do is catch you along with me ♪
♪ I wanna be the boss for the play ♪
♪ I wanna be the one that ♪
♪ It's time to get them on it on again ♪
♪ Let's step into my room and ask again ♪
♪ Baby, I think it's taking over ♪
♪ I think it's taking over ♪
♪ I wanna feel the rain come tumbling down ♪
♪ I got myself from the realest for getting around ♪
♪ Just step into my room so we can play ♪
♪ I think it's taking over ♪
♪ Ooh baby, you're so nice ♪
♪ Brown skin ♪
♪ I wanna see what to do when the lights are ♪
♪ I know you wanna see how grown folks ♪
♪ Play, play, grown folks play ♪
♪ I want you, so let's go there, go there ♪
♪ And know that I stay prepared ♪
♪ Ain't no need to talk I'ma set the mood ♪
♪ Just tell me baby what you gon' do, giving in ♪
♪ So tell me what you wanna do now ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm a let you know right now ♪
♪ I wanna be the one for the play ♪
- Baby, I don't want you taking these trips
without me anymore. - Why baby?
- 'Cause I got something for you.
(box pops)
Will you marry me?
- Oh my God.
Kenny, yes!
- Italee! (Italee shrieks)
Mommy missed you so much.
Here, got some things for you.
Here, baby.
- Wow!
- Welcome back.
- Hey, thank you for watching Italee for me.
- Mm-hmm.
You know she crying in the middle of the night again.
- What? - Yeah.
Sometimes, she wakes up in a cold sweat, screaming,
talking about somebody is about to die.
- Wow, that's weird.
- Sure is.
- This is for babysitting. - Thank you,
but you know, I'm not just babysitting my great grandbaby,
I'm helping you just like I helped your mother
with you and your sister,
until she passed.
That's a lot of money.
Your sister ain't got you swinging
on no poles like she do when y'all go out of town, does she?
- Nana, no.
I'm not swinging on any poles,
and neither is Nola.
I mean, not no more.
But when she was, it was okay.
She took care of herself
and she didn't need nobody for nothing.
- Mmm.
So where's all this money coming
from all of a sudden, huh?
Did y'all run an unemployment scam?
- No, we just help our friend with-
- Listen, I don't even wanna hear no lie.
Instead of buying this baby all these toys,
and baby Fendi clothes and stuff,
you better make sure you have
at least four years worth of college money stored up
for her somewhere.
'Cause if anything ever happen to you,
it'd be a real shame for me to have to send her to college
on my social security checks.
- Nana, stop, stop.
Please, stop talking about death.
No one is about to die.
- I ain't the one talking about death,
that's your baby.
(gentle music)
- Damn, this little coin heavy,
probably, solid gold and rarest shit.
How many of these we got?
- 30.
- 30? - Mm-hmm.
- Damn, that's good, good.
And where that diamond at?
- I got you right here.
Here you go.
- It's even bigger in person than it is on picture.
How many of these we have again?
- 20.
- 30 coins, 20 stones, cool.
I'm hooking with my Jewish jewelry in a couple of days.
You know, if these things worth
what they look like they worth,
it's gonna be the lick of the year.
- I know right, we need that.
- I'ma hold on to these two,
and get out to you later.
- Hit me with the info.
- For sure. - We'll talk later.
- Great job on that. - Thank you.
(soft music)
- Antwon. - Sit your ass down.
- Why you gotta be so motherfucking ignorant?
- What did I do, Antwon?
- Hey, see that's the shit I'm talking about.
How are you gonna come at my place of business,
talking all loud and shit calling me motherfucking Twon.
- Look, that's what
we used to call you when you were little.
- Okay, I ain't little no more.
Just don't want nobody call me that no more.
- Okay nigga, relax.
- Now, what can I do for you, Daisy?
- Now, you know I've been copping from you,
for like a year or so.
- Yeah and?
- And the deals you've been giving me on them,
they're real sweet.
You got good product.
- You only get them deals because we go way back.
- Yeah, and I appreciate that,
but I ain't trying
to be a four or five brick popping bitch anymore.
- So what the fuck is you trying to say now?
- I got real money coming, listen.
(Herd sighs)
- You know what, Lewis?
One of the worst feelings in the world is sitting
in the parking lot of a strip club,
watching all these fine ass dancers go into work,
while we just sitting here in the car,
not going into the club, getting lap dances.
- Control yourself, Herd.
- Lewis, I mean it.
I mean, remind why we're here again?
Because I ain't see nothing about no strip club
on my docket today.
- I'm doing my own investigation into a certain matter.
- Well, I would like to go investigate those titties,
but let me guess, you're talking about the four girls
and the drive-by/road rage incident again, right?
Man, you gotta let that go. - No.
Nope, I just can't.
- [Herd] Yes, you can. - No, I can't.
Their story just didn't sit right with me then.
And then the video of the bank robbery in Detroit,
man, it's just too much of a coincidence if you ask me.
- [Herd] Well, nobody's asking you, Lewis.
- Shut up, Herd. - [Herd] Just saying.
- Hey, come on, let's go talk to her.
Let's go inside, come on.
- All right, I wanna do more than just talking.
(muffled rap music)
- Hey! - What the fuck!
- Shut your face. - What?
- Look, I'm Detective Lewis,
this my partner, Detective Herd.
- What's up?
- We just got a few questions to ask you
about the robbery and shooting you were involved in
about a year ago.
- Oh my God, this shit again?
- It's just a few questions,
but you're Charlotte Williams, correct?
- Yeah.
- You were assaulted during the robbery, correct?
- Yeah, I was assaulted,
but obviously, I'm in the middle of something,
so is this gonna take a long time or-
- Look, I'm almost done.
When you gave your statement,
you couldn't give a description then,
but if I showed you a picture of the suspects,
you think maybe it could drag your memory a little bit?
- Maybe.
- Take a look.
- Yeah, that's them.
- Wait, wait a minute.
Are you sure? - I'm sure.
They was here that night.
I was cleaning up, Sharbliss was dancing for Jimmy.
- Jimmy Wilson, he was one of the guys,
doing security that night.
He was assaulted too? - Yeah, he was assaulted.
They fucked Jimmy up.
They split his head open to the white meat.
- Continue, please.
- Like I said, I was cleaning up,
Sharbliss was dancing for Jimmy,
I looked away for two seconds maybe.
I look back, I get punched in the face.
I'm knocked clean the fuck out.
I wake up tied up, behind the bar with Jimmy,
and the other bouncer that was working here that night.
That's really all I remember.
- So, you don't know who shot
and robbed the bar owner, Vincent Gravy?
- No, but I do remember the bitch that hit me.
She had some long, pretty nails.
You know what I'm saying?
Like a stripper.
Y'all gonna pay me some money for this?
(Herd laughs)
- Ain't nobody paying you for this information,
but we could do a little something special in the VIP room,
if you know what I mean.
- Is there anything else you can tell us?
- Yeah, fuck the police!
- Oh, you mean like right now?
- Nice job, you fucking pervert.
- Right now, right now? - Let's go, Herd!
- Hmmm.
Rare.
Very rare.
- It's solid gold,
I know they were worth something.
- Whoa, most definitely worth something, my friend.
I understand you have some diamonds too?
- That I do.
- Let me take a look.
How many of these did you say you have?
- 20 of them.
- Mazeltov, my friend?
- How'd it go? - It went real well.
- I knew it, daddy.
I knew it.
- Hey, hold on to this till we make the exchange.
It'll make you feel better in the mean time.
(upbeat music)
- So ladies, Benny met with the jeweler,
about the coins and the diamonds,
and he's willing to pay 700,000 for them.
- Damn, you for real?
- For real, for real, big facts.
- Damn, that's what I'm talking about.
- So with the 300,000 in cash,
and the 700,000 in gold and diamonds,
we hit for a milli in Detroit.
- Hell, yeah.
But you know what, Benny still has to get his 20%.
So that leaves us with the $800,000 breakdown.
- Yeah, but them clowns we hit in Atlanta,
we got them for like 800,000, that's all ours.
We don't give Benny shit.
- So that's 400,000 a piece y'all on one trip.
- [All] Damn.
- So when we getting the money for the diamonds?
- Slow down.
Next week, Benny gotta set up with a meeting,
Downtown for the exchange.
- Cool, they got a restaurant run down there that I like.
I'ma roll with y'all to the meeting.
- [Daisy] Sounds like a plan.
- Well, we dropping all this good news.
I got something I gotta tell you all.
A bitch is getting married.
(all chattering)
- Let me see.
And I've gotta be your bridesmaid.
Congrats, babe. - Thanks, girl.
Give me a hug, girl.
- Waiter, can we please get that bottle of champagne?
We got some celebrating to do for our girl.
- Yes. - Yes.
- Ooh. - Yes.
(indistinct)
(cork pops) (women cheer)
(gentle music)
- Hey, yo guard, you got a cigarette?
- Aint shit popping.
- Well, then fuck you, you pig.
(dramatic music)
(door clicking)
Excuse me. - Give me a second.
- Okay, no rush, lady,
I got nothing but time.
- Ricardo Jones, aka, Rocko.
Life long gang banger,
until you graduated into the narcotics game
where you've sold, damn marijuana,
heroin and everything in between.
You just got convicted of a double homicide.
- Look, lady, I know who I am,
and you know who I am.
You could save this Wikipedia shit.
Now, what I don't know is who you are,
and why you here?
- Well, Mr. Jones, I'm Detective Lewis,
Miami Police Homicide Precinct 12.
- Detective Lewis.
Call me Rocko.
You didn't work on my case,
so why are you here?
- Ricardo, in your statement,
you said, "Three females dressed in all black,
wearing diamond masks were the shooters of you,
your two slain associates,
and the other murdered victim at the scene of the crime."
But are you sure it was three and not four?
- I said, "Call me Rocko,"
and I can count.
I did graduate the eighth grade, lady.
So like I said, in my statement,
the three bursts through the back door
of where me and my associates were having Bible study at.
- Yeah right, man, come on.
- Right hand to God.
- This should be a start of a good relationship.
- As long as this work is right,
it's gonna be a beautiful relationship.
- Rocko, as you say,
the work speaks for itself.
- We were just in the middle
of discussing Luke verse 12, man.
The lights clicked off, they burst in,
and all I saw was bullets flying all around me.
(gun fires)
Whoa, this a set up? - Look, calm the fuck down!
- Its a set up up? - Look, this ain't no nothing.
- What the fuck Rocko? - This ain't no mess,
calm the fuck down!
- Okay, and?
- Well, that's where I got on my knees,
and I started praying to Jesus,
and that's when I got shot.
I fell back,
and I couldn't feel my legs. (guns firing)
When the lights clicked back on,
all I saw was the asses
of three women running out the back door.
- Don't touch my fucking money.
- I got the money.
- What the fuck do you have to do with that?
- Then I am taking this bag along.
- Fuck it, grab it, let's go.
- And the money and the work was gone.
- Cash and work as you call it at a Bible study class?
Come on, man.
(Rocko laughs)
- No, no, I mean,
it was tithes and Bibles.
- Right.
- Look, bottom line is the pig stuck me with the murders.
And all I was doing was trying to defend myself,
that ain't that some shit.
- That is some shit.
Look, do you happen to know who those three girls are?
(Rocko laughs)
- So the pigs want me to do their job for them now, huh?
Okay, you know, I didn't know who they were back then,
but I know exactly who they are now.
Word on the street is the bag girls.
- The bad girls.
- Not the bad girls, the bag girls.
- The bag girls?
Yo, where can I find them.
- No, now, that's gonna cost you.
- Okay.
Look, I can talk to your judge.
You know, tell them you're a cooperating witness on a case
that I'm working on.
Get a few years shaved off your sentence,
and until then, I can fill your cell
with plenty of commissary.
(Rocko laughing)
- Yo, guard, you hear this this shit, commissary?
You think I give a fuck
about a few years shaved off my sentence?
I'm doing 25 to life, that ain't nothing.
Oh, you really thought you was gonna swam you
with some ramen noodles or some chips?
Hell, no.
- So what would you like, Rocko?
- Now, you're talking.
So look, I'ma be in this hell whole for the rest of my life,
paralyzed from the waist down.
You know, I can barely jack my time away,
but my mind still works and my memory is real good.
So what I would like as a lifetime memory of your titties.
- Excuse me! - You heard me.
So pull those big, pretty yellow motherfuckers out,
and I'll tell you everything you need to know.
- That shit ain't gonna happen!
- Guard, take me back to my cell.
- Wait, wait, wait.
You better have some good information.
(bright upbeat music)
(car honks)
(camera shutter clicking)
- So that money I was talking about,
it's coming in next week.
- And I'ma reach out to my plug,
and I'ma have them double up that shipment on next week.
- For the better price. - [Antwon] For sure.
Welcome to the big leagues, my baby.
(camera shutter clicking)
- Thank you for putting me on, Antwon.
- If you go with that funny shit again,
look, ain't shit gonna be funny,
well, the motherfuckers gonna come knocking at your door.
You ain't fucking with petty drudge,
you move a real weight man. (camera shutter clicking)
- I ain't worry about the police,
I only worry about the Feds.
- Who the you fuck do you think I'm talking about?
(car door thuds)
(car engine roars) (camera shutter clicking)
(dramatic music)
(coin clinks)
- Who was that Black motherfucker
that my cousin saw you up with today?
Huh, who is he?
Who is he?
(fist thuds)
- What are you doing? - Who is he?
- What are you doing?
What are you doing?
Please, stop.
- Sofia, what the hell is this, huh?
(coin clinks)
What did you do?
(fist thuds)
What did you do?
(fist thuds)
- Jefa, this is the one.
Her name is Sofia.
She was Samuel's girlfriend.
- Did she give you all the information we needed?
- We got what we could get.
(speaks in foreign language)
- [Sofia] I ain't do it.
- Don't worry, don't worry, little cockroach.
Go to sleep.
(Sofia choking)
Don't worry, don't worry,
go to sleep, go to sleep.
(Sofia choking)
Now, go deal with the rest of them.
- Okay, boss.
We're on it.
- Samuel.
(gun fires)
- Soleraa. - Yeah, he was weak,
and he didn't know how to pick his bitches.
(gentle music)
- So you and Kenny set that date yet?
- Girl, no, I'm still trying to figure out
if we gonna do a destination wedding
or if we're gonna do it here.
- A destination wedding. - [Dee] Yes.
- That sounds nice.
I could see you in a pretty white dress in the sand,
out in the ocean in Costa Rica, Tulum,
and even maybe a Dubai backdrop.
(Nola laughs)
- Yeah, that sounds fascinating.
You know, you're my maid of honor though, right?
- Of course, if not me who else?
Daisy's crazy ass.
- Shit, your little sister, Crystal,
running right behind Daisy.
- [Nola] Tell me about that.
- Look, I'm starting to think they both trying
to be the Black female John Wicks.
- What's up with this shit?
Why she keep staring at us like this?
- I don't know, but she looks familiar.
- Nah, she don't look familiar,
but if she keeps staring at us like that, I'ma beat her ass.
- Oh shit, here she comes.
The bitch tall too.
You got your burn on you. - Hell yeah, how about you?
- [Dee] So, you know.
- How can we help you?
- Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable,
but it's just that, I mean, you two,
you look so familiar.
- Well, we don't know you, and you need to back up
'cause you're getting a little too close.
- My bad, whoa.
Now those, those are some nice nails.
That's it, that's where I know you from.
You're dancer at Truth, right?
That strip bar.
- No, sweetie.
I don't dance anymore.
I used to dance at Truth,
but I don't even recall ever seeing you there.
I know you see me. - Yeah, probably.
You know my partner, he liked to hang out at those-
- I don't know, your partner? - Yeah, partner.
Oh my bad, I didn't tell you?
Oh, I'm a detective.
Yeah, Detective Lewis, Miami Homicide Precinct 12.
- We don't see your partner,
So that mean, this is not official police, baby.
- It's not official, but it is police business.
- And what's that supposed to mean?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, take it easy, beautiful.
It may be something,
maybe it's not.
You two, enjoy your peddies.
- What the fuck!
- [Jeweler] Hey, how did you get in here?
(speaks in foreign language)
- I came to you with respect.
I asked you if you know anybody trying
to sell a large number of diamonds,
did I not do that? - You did.
- But here you are, loading up a suitcase full of cash
to buy diamonds, am I right?
- You're correct.
- Who're you buying those fucking diamonds from?
(speaks in foreign language)
- His name is Ben.
I have all his information in my phone.
- Good.
Now, how do you think Soleraa would feel
if she know about this fucking disrespect?
- The exchange is happening is the Stonecrest Hotel,
this Friday at noon.
I give this money to you to buy my life back from Soleraa.
(Polo laughs)
That's not enough.
- Hey, hey, don't do this.
We can work it out.
(speaks in foreign language)
(gun fires)
(fists thudding)
(dramatic music)
- Hey, remember me?
- Yeah, I remember you.
- I knew you would.
It looks like your shoulder healed up pretty good.
You know, I don't see no scar or nothing.
- It was just the graze,
plus the melanin in my skin helps me heal better.
You wouldn't know anything about that though, would you?
(Lewis laughs)
- That's a good one, that's a good one.
But you know what my light-skin ass do know stuff about?
Robberies.
Now, that got your attention, didn't it?
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- It's a nice workout bag.
I bet you and your girls get a lot of money in there.
(fists thudding) (dramatic music)
Get the fuck off!
Do it, come on.
You better get the fuck off of me.
I should take your ass here right now.
- For what?
If you had something on us, we'd be in jail already.
- You're right.
But when I do, I'm coming all three of y'all, or is it four?
You know, I ain't figured it out yet.
- Yeah, well when you do,
you know where to find me.
- That I do, that I do.
- We got to meet up now.
So, I'm at the gym,
and the police officer from that situation last year,
you know, the one that took my statement,
that bitch show up.
- So that's who that bitch was.
Tall, light-skinned chick. - Yeah.
- Oh, shit.
- Yeah, she started talking shit,
talking about robberies,
saying a bag girl's name, all slick and shit.
- Wait, what else happened?
She kept talking, so I punched on her.
- Hell, yeah.
(Daisy laughs)
- Yeah, the bitch hit me back though,
but that shit ain't hurt.
I was about to jump on her again,
and she pulled a pistol out on me.
- Damn, cuz, you good. - Oh, you know I'm good.
- But what else she say?
- She say she gonna try to find out more information,
but she don't know if it's three or four of us.
- Damn.
- She popped up on me and Nola the other day
at the nail salon.
Man, that mean, she's most definitely watching us.
- And dropping hints about Vinny's ass too.
- Okay, wait, see, this is too much.
We're gonna have to lay low for awhile.
- Girls, the heat is definitely on us.
After we get the money for these diamonds,
we need to retire these masks.
- Yeah, 'cause I'm about to get married.
I can't be somebody's wife
and a whole stick-up artist at the same time.
- Well, I got work in the streets,
and I'm about to have more, so, I'm good.
- I have Italee to think about.
- Look y'all, we had a good ride,
but man, I'm done.
- And if you done, I'm done.
- My mask is in the house, I'm about to go get it.
- Damn, that's how we going out?
I guess, I'ma get mine too then, shit.
- And just like that? - [Nola] It's over.
- Daisy, look, we got the exchange in two days.
Just be ready. - [Daisy] I stay ready.
(gentle music)
- What's wrong, babe?
You've been quiet all night.
- I just got a lot on my mind,
just going through some things.
- I know planning a wedding could be rough,
we'll just get a wedding planner,
got to relieve you from some of that worry you got.
- I wish that was all I was worried about.
- I mean, well, that's what I'm here for.
You just got to let me solve all your problems,
or I can get you through them.
Tell me what's really bothering you.
- I just feel like I'm under a lot of pressure.
I feel like I got the world on my back.
- [Kenny] Okay.
- And I feel like, maybe, I need to escape for a minute,
maybe relocate. - Relocate.
- [Dee] Yeah, permanently.
- And leave Miami, the 305?
It's one of the most beautiful cities in America.
- Well, maybe, it's time to leave America.
(knocking on door)
- Where is Italee?
Nana is here to watch you again.
- She's upstairs asleep,
but I wanted to talk to you
about something first. - Okay, baby.
Everything all right?
What do you wanna talk about?
- Things could be better.
- Is your sister all right?
How's Nola?
- She's fine, but you know what you said the other day,
about that college thing. - Okay.
Oh my.
(dramatic music)
- [Polo] Jefa, we know who they all are.
- That's good, Polo.
- When the sun rises, they will all wake up to hell.
- [Dee] What'd you want me to cook you for breakfast?
- I already order, babe.
You don't have to cook.
- Oh, that's cool.
Okay, well, I'm just about to go upstairs
to take a quick shower there? - Okay.
- All right.
(dramatic music)
- Hey, I'm here.
- Okay, good.
Oh boy, here with the money.
We're just waiting on you with the jewels?
Room 211. - Cool.
It's unlocked?
All right, I'll be right there.
- Bet.
(dramatic music)
(doorbell ringing)
(water running)
(gun fires)
- Oh my God, Kenny.
- Who is it?
Who is it? - Special delivery.
- Everything looks cool.
- So listen, the exchange only take about 10 minutes.
If I'm not out in 10 minutes, come get me.
- I got you.
(car door thuds)
(dramatic music)
- Benny, I got that bag.
(fist thuds)
(dramatic music)
(guns firing)
(dramatic music)
(gun fires)
(dramatic music)
- Where you going, old lady?
- Now, where are you going?
(gun firing)
(gun clicking)
(gun firing)
(dramatic music)
(guns firing)
- Baby, I'm so sorry.
- Nana, Nana!
Nana, what happened?
- I guess Italee was right.
- Italee, Italee!
Italee.
Come here. - I'm Okay.
(dramatic music)
- Oh damn, Bae, come here.
- Word. - Where are you going?
- All rubbing on me and shit?
Oh this motherfucker grow, you now.
- Nola, my baby.
- What happened?
- I'm sorry, my baby.
- But why, what?
- They had my mother.
(Benny coughs)
- That's fucked up.
- And I had no choice.
- Oh, you had a choice.
- That was gangster.
- Fuck you!
- No, fuck you.
Tie this puta to the bed.
- So what?
- [Daisy] You're free for the night?
- Hey, I'm with it.
You with it?
- You girls stole from the wrong one.
It was up to me, you'd be dead by now.
But my boss, the queen,
wants you and all your amigos to suffer.
- Who's your boss? - Soleraa.
Heir to the most notorious Colombian gangster ever,
Miguel Castillo. - Sorry, I never heard of her.
- Make her suffer.
- [Daisy] Move nigga. - Oh shit.
(car door thuds)
- Yeah, my boss wanted me to make you suffer.
So, I'm gonna make you bleed first,
like I did your little friend over here.
- Fuck you!
(leg thuds)
(gun fires)
- What the fuck going on in here?
Come on, Nola.
- [Nola] And what the fuck you think you're going?
- There's nothing more that I can do, sorry.
- I haven't heard back from Nola and Daisy, but I got you.
- Hey, no hiccups on this one.
We need solid evidence.
Make sure you get all the blood samples
from the walls up there.
Thank you, thank you.
So, from the writing on the wall upstairs,
I take it you're my fourth bag girl.
- I don't know what you talking about.
- How many more people have to die before y'all stop doing
what you're doing? - Doing what?
This was a home invasion going bad.
We don't know what you're talking about.
- Yall just don't get it.
You don't get it.
Even when the writing's on the wall,
and in your case in blood.
- Bitch, I'll slap the fuck out of you.
That's my home girl grandma you talking about.
- Try me if you want to! - Stop!
(phone chiming)
- This is Nola, we got to go.
- You're lucky she just saved your ass.
- I'm trying to save y'all asses.
Look Ms. Taylor,
answer my calls regarding this investigation.
- I gotta get my baby girl.
They killed Nana.
- What?
- Where's Italee? - She's fine,
she's in the backseat sleeping, she's fine.
- [Nola] Nana.
But Nana, no!
- I heard they almost got you too, sis.
Are you okay?
- No, I'm not okay.
They killed Nana and Benny.
- And they took the diamonds.
- And they almost killed me too, but I got away.
They killed Kenny, y'all.
- All right, cuz, I'm so sorry.
- Me too.
- Y'all, we got to get out of Miami.
Whoever is trying to kill us, ain't no joke.
We got to get far away as possible.
- Look, we got to get all the money that we got together,
and we got to go, maybe even out the country.
- Man, I'm with it. - Man, fuck that!
They killed your fiance, your grandma,
and took the diamonds,
and we can't just go hiding like some bitches.
- That's easy for you to say.
Nobody you know got hurt or killed.
- Man, you almost got killed, Dee.
You're close to me.
We are family.
Shit, we all are.
Somebody tried to hurt my family,
nah, I got to get back at them.
- And we don't even know who it is.
Who trying to kill us? - I know who it is.
It's a Colombian drug dealer
by the name of Soleraa Castillo.
That's who safe deposit box we hit.
- Well, how are we supposed to find her?
Benny was the one with the connections and stuff.
- [Nola] I don't know.
- Nah, I think I got the answer to that.
Come on, y'all
I knew you would come in handy, nigga.
I know where we could take him.
- So y'all handle him.
I got something special for us, I just got to go grab it.
(upbeat music)
- A Twon. - Daisy, nigga.
- Hit the music so we can drown this motherfucker's screams.
Now, tell me, where can we find Soleraa Castillo.
- You shot my stomach,
bleeding to fucking death, man.
Fuck with y'all.
- Wrong answer, nigga.
(fist thuds)
- Yo Daisy, let me get some of that.
She just saved you a good ass whoopin'.
- Fuck y'all. - DJ, change the music.
- I'm really not the DJ.
And this my motherfucking spot.
- Y'all really killed Benny,
so where can we find Soleraa.
- Last I remember y'all killed me.
- Really?
(leg thuds)
- Wait, it's my turn.
- DJ- - Yeah, I know,
change the music.
(bright upbeat music) (vocalizing)
- [Crystal] Where is Soleraa.
- I can't take no more of this shit, man.
Need to get to a doctor, man.
187 Pinewood Drive.
- This is for Nana.
(gun fires)
- Man, these bitches crazy.
(upbeat music)
- Nola, I've been blowing your phone up all night.
Why you ain't been answering the phone?
Is everything okay?
- No, it's not okay,
but I can't talk about this right now.
- What's going on?
I need to know.
- Damon, look, I'll explain everything later.
Just please do me a favor for tonight.
- I'm really not understanding this, I swear to God.
What is it that you want me to do?
- I need you to watch my niece for tonight.
- [Damon] Watch your niece? - Just do me a favor.
I'll pick her up later. - Wow.
- [Nola] Please.
- Go get her.
- All right, let me make a call.
(indistinct)
Chris, bring her up.
(dramatic music)
I stashed these just in case of an emergency.
The crew gonna love these.
(dramatic music)
(upbeat music)
(singer vocalizing)
- Here we are.
I'm on y'all asses.
(upbeat music) (singer vocalizing)
- It's two armed guards upfront.
- Ain't no telling how many of them in the house.
- Man, y'all talking too much.
(gun clicks)
(car door thuds)
- Shit.
- [Nola] Let's go.
(car door thuds)
(phone ringing)
- Lewis, what the fuck, man?
- Yeah, those four girls I've been investigating,
yeah, Herd, I just followed them to this location.
Man, they jumped out this SUV wearing military gear
with mask and guns,
something big is about to go down.
- Wait, what?
What's your location?
- Yeah, I'm on Pinehurst State 1800 Block.
Call for back up for me, all right?
- I'm on it.
- I'm on these motherfuckers.
Bag girls, yeah right here come a bad bitch.
- Shit, shit, shit, shit.
(phone ringing)
- This better to be important, Herd.
- I just got word
there's a hit squad on your block.
I gotta call it in.
I'm gonna give you 10 minutes.
- 10 minutes?
(speaks in foreign language)
(upbeat music)
- Yeah.
(guns firing)
I got to get in the hot tub.
(upbeat music) (singer vocalizing)
(upbeat music)
Polo, Polo!
(indistinct)
(guns firing)
- Ms. Chanel, you good? - Yeah, I'm good.
He just hit me in the chest.
I'm on it.
You can run but you can't hide.
(gun fires)
(laughs) You dropped your gun.
(gun firing)
- Ms. Gucci. - I'm good, keep moving,
I'm good. (guns firing)
Keep moving.
(gun fires)
(upbeat music)
(guns firing)
- [Dee] Die in the dark, bitch!
(gun fires)
- Hey, I checked them out,
They don't have any security guards left,
but I put one of them motherfuckers in the closet.
- We did too.
Shit, let's go finish this.
You think she got away?
- No, I didn't hear a car starting up.
She's probably still here.
Let's just keep looking.
She won't need these Benz keys no more.
(upbeat music)
- So we having a whole shootout,
and this bitch in the tub like Rev Run.
- Let's get her ass.
(dramatic music)
Not today cockroaches!
(guns firing)
- Oh, I'm hit.
(guns firing)
Run peasants run!
- Get outta my house.
(thunder rumbling)
Oh fuck.
(gun fires)
Fucker.
(dramatic music)
- Y'all seen Ms. Chanel? - I ain't seen her
since the hot tub.
- Hey, y'all figure her out.
I'm about to go find my cousin.
(guns firing)
- Nola.
(thunder crashing)
(gun clicking)
- Oh, shit.
- In my country, you bitches would have been legendary.
They would've spoke about the four female brave bandits
that rob the bad drug dealers,
but you came across the Queen Solera Castillo.
Daughter of Miguel Castillo.
And just like my father eliminated all of his enemies,
I eliminated you.
- Bitch, shut up.
We the Bag Girls.
We're already legendary.
Poppa...
(gun fires)
- Good shot, cuz.
- Nola.
(dramatic music)
- Man, it went through my vest, sis.
- I know, sis,
but it's okay, we're gonna get you to the hospital,
just like you did for me, remember?
- No, I don't think I can make it.
Just go.
- Come on, we gotta go.
Crystal, we gotta leave her.
- I'm not leaving my sister.
- Nola, you're a tough motherfucker.
Do what you gotta do.
(dramatic music)
(gun fires)
- Nola. (sobbing)
- [Lewis] Freeze.
Don't make a motherfucking move.
Let me see your hands.
- Fuck this shit. - Get on the ground.
Get on the ground.
- Keep going. - What are you doing?
Man, keep going.
Fuck this lady.
You got me, go ahead.
Look, she not gonna shoot me to get to y'all.
- I said don't move. - Look,
where the cuffs at, lady?
Shut the fuck up.
(gun thuds)
(thunder rumbles)
(dramatic music)
♪ You don't know ♪
♪ What I've been through ♪
♪ Don't touch me, until you've walked in my shoes ♪
♪ I've seen things you wouldn't believe ♪
♪ Don't pretend to know me ♪
♪ To know me ♪
♪ And broken, we done abuse ♪
♪ I refused to let it define who I am ♪
♪ I'm gonna keep my head up ♪
♪ Ain't gonna be no trouble ♪
♪ Laying on this ground ♪
♪ Take all the hate and backbiting ♪
♪ Trying to bring me to my knees ♪
♪ Ain't gonna work, yes, I'm about ♪
♪ I found my inner peace ♪
♪ Done playing this game ♪
♪ Ending is all the same ♪
♪ There ain't no shame ♪
♪ In walking away ♪
♪ No shame in saying that you're done ♪
♪ No shame in changing the rules ♪
♪ No shame in starting again ♪
♪ No shame, no shame ♪
♪ I'm a fighter, not a liar ♪
♪ See this world for what it is ♪
♪ I know I have to succeed to take me higher ♪
♪ And nothing gonna get in my way ♪
♪ Take this power to empower me ♪
♪ Empower me ♪
♪ Sitting on my edge, ain't foldin' ♪
♪ Only looking love ♪
♪ Starting to feel ♪
(waves crashing) (birds chirping)
(gentle music)
(upbeat hip hop music)
♪ The box bangers ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Come get it, come get it ♪
♪ Get the bag, yeah ♪
♪ It don't matter how you get it ♪
♪ Get the bag, yeah ♪
♪ She don't care how she get it ♪
♪ 'Cause she's a bad girl ♪
♪ Go get it, get the bag, girl ♪
♪ Yeah, she bad ♪
♪ Yeah, she know she bad ♪
♪ She fill up a bag with another bag ♪
♪ Copying bags in designer fashion ♪
♪ She'll rob before you hold ♪
♪ Before you even knew you had ♪
♪ Like nigga, get out your feelings ♪
♪ And tell me where you put these stash at ♪
♪ Where you put the stash at ♪
♪ Gotta help her ♪
♪ Feeling for money, more money ♪
♪ She got a fat bag ♪
♪ Feeling for money, more money ♪
♪ She's a savage ♪
♪ And she knows she's a savage ♪
♪ No girl, shut up to the D ♪
♪ My head big, y'all ain't feeling me ♪
♪ In town, when you see me ♪
♪ Bad girls get off my knees ♪
♪ Go get it, go get it ♪
♪ Get the bag, girl ♪
♪ It don't matter how you get it ♪
♪ Get the bag, girl ♪
♪ She don't care how she get it ♪
♪ 'Cause she's a bad girl ♪
♪ Go get it, get it, bad girl ♪
♪ She running that bag, yeah ♪
♪ The money is flowing, she flowing the stash ♪
♪ She running it right ♪
♪ She get it in that bag ♪
♪ The scheme is going, she robbing the stash ♪
♪ She going on day, but she really late ♪
♪ Man, nothing else, she touchin' them brakes ♪
♪ Bad as she know, but it don't even make sense ♪
♪ She make this up, she droppin' the six ♪
♪ Droppin' be like you go for the pistol ♪
♪ Sleep with the nine, that's all that she grippin' ♪
♪ She keeping it clean ♪
♪ And then at the mission ♪
♪ The shots to your body full of lessons ♪
♪ It's audible calling it a piss ♪
♪ Picking it up for we take a six ♪
♪ Look at the scores, flow is a hit ♪
♪ We up with ball, we never gonna miss ♪
♪ Now, girl, shout out to the D ♪
♪ My handy, ya'll feel me ♪
♪ In town, can you see me ♪
♪ Bag girls, get off my knee ♪