[Walking into Ceza and Rashann's crib]
Ceza: Damn nigga. Your tags still on your jeans. You ballin like that?
Jinx: What? I got a tag on my Pants? Where?
Ceza: On your pant leg. ...Damn I should start I should start doin that.
Brandon: I thought I had a tag on my leg..wait..doin what?
Ryan: Wearing tags on my shit. I'm bout to start poppin tags on people. I'm bout to just throw it in front they face. Like yea I'm poppin tags nigga.
Jinx: Damn, I was thinking more on some subtle shit. Like just walk up and be like, "What up guys?... Oh my fault." And pop like 3 tags off my clothes. Then just go back into regular conversation like, "Oops. Sorry bout that. So you guys see the game last night?" Meanwhile niggas like, "I Hate When He Does That."
[Rashaan comes out of nowhere]
Rashaan: Yall Throwin Money? Huh?! Yall Makin It Rain?
Ryan: WTF?!
Rashaan: Brandon(Jinx). You better grab your umbrella. [Singing] I make it rain on them hoes!
[Walks out of the room repeating the song.]
Jinx: Wtf...
[Yells from down the hallway.]
Rashann: You just mad cuz I'm stylin on you.
