Rap Sh!t

They about to see a different side of Reina.

Alright? I'm done doing charity.

This ain't a 501, bitch.

Okay? I don't get paid to help your broke ass.

Tell 'em what you just told me, though.

Uh, we were just talkin' about

all these fake hoes in the industry.

You know what I'm sayin'? Because one thing about me.

I lift as I climb.

I don't subscribe to that "crabs in a barrel" mentality.

-No. Ha. Ha! -That's a R.

You know what that R is for?

Huh?

"Real," bitch. That's for--

And "ready." Bitch.

Real and ready, bitch.

Real, ready, and Reign.

Drip drop. Drip drop. And you know what rain can do?

Rain can flood. Rain can storm.

Rain can fuck you up and drown your ass.

Fuck.

They said, "Say they names."

They wish I would. They really wish I would.

Somebody said, "Run the fade."

Ah!

-Run the fade then. -Ha! Ha!

I ain't runnin' nowhere, bitch. I'm ten toes down.

-Bitch. -Ah, ah, ah!

It is so pretty up here.

Have you ladies dined with us before?

No.

But I'm sure the mimosas hit different up here.

Hostess: And here he is.

-Shawna: Hey! -Francois: Hi.

-Hey, can we get some menus? -We're good.

Okay.

Have I not been good to y'all?

Was I not transparent about what this was and wasn't going to be?

Okay, look, we've given up a lot to be here,

and we just want something to show for it.

So performing in front of thousands of people

across the country is what?

Can I get you ladies a drink?

-We're good. -Shawna: Yeah. Can--

Mia: I mean...

can we get some press?

I mean, I know somebody want to interview us.

Yeah. What happened to us recording an EP?

See, I wanted to, like, wait to tell y'all,

but I got us a session with Pardison Fontaine.

The songwriter?

-Francois: Yeah. -You lyin'.

Mm-hmm.

-He wrote for Beyoncé. -Yeah.

And he wanna work with us?

Look, y'all can keep doubting me if you want,

or you can trust that I'm dedicated.

We got this Billboard party tomorrow night,

and the head of fuckin' Def Jam is gonna be there.

And he said he wants to meet with y'all.

Wait, you told Def Jam about us?

I could un-tell him if you want me to.

No, no, no. This is...

Look, I know this shit with Reina is a lot.

I know. I see it. You think I don't see it?

I see it. But without Reina, there is no tour.

Without the tour, y'all are not even

on the label's radar a little bit,

so y'all got to suck it the fuck up

and apologize to Reina.

Deal?

Deal. Fine.

Okay. Alright.

Bring in the food!

The fact that you wasn't gon' feed us...

Mia: Oh.

Chastity: Surprise!

Yo, is this really our room?

What?

Francois really came through.

-Mm-hmm. -Francois?

Nigga, this all me!

-Mia: Oh, yeah? -Shawna: Oh, shit.

Man, you know we in LA, I had to roll out

the red carpet for my artists.

-Shawna: Come on! -Mia: Yeah!

Thank you so much, Chastity.

-This means so much. -Oh!

Chastity: Man, we in motherfucking Hollywood!

I want y'all to relax,

pour some of that good 1800 tequila,

order room service, hit the pool,

whatever y'all want to do.

-Mia: Mm. -It's on me.

Mm, hold on.

How you get Ace Hotel money?

Some street shit?

Do I count y'all pockets?

Nah, nigga, the real question is

the fuck took y'all so long?

I thought y'all was just goin' to get something to eat.

Child, Francois texts us talkin' 'bout

some "emergency meeting."

Shawna: He wanted to talk about the Reina situation.

He's like, "Y'all should probably apologize to Reina."

Apologize? For what?

Nigga, why?

Oh, y'all gonna do it?

I mean, he setting us up

to record with a nigga with a Grammy.

Yeah. And he's introducing us

to the head of Def Jam.

Man, if y'all having label meetings and shit,

I definitely should have been there.

And why the fuck this nigga keep trying to make moves

without my input?

I thought y'all was talking.

Nah.

But it's cool. I'ma hit that nigga right now.

Shawna: Okay, let us know.

Mia: Hey-yo, we really in LA.

What?

This our shit?

-Shawna: Yes, bitch. -What?

-Oh, God. -Man, niggas gonna have to see us.

-What? -Come on.

Man, we in LA!

-L-motherfuckin'-A! -Mm-hmm.

Woo!

Hello?

Hi. Oh, my God. I'm glad you finally answered.

I've been trying to reach you.

About your car's extended warranty.

What's up?

I have been thinking about you, and I miss you.

Shawna, you don't gotta do all this.

All of what?

Checking on me, acting like you care.

I'm not your nigga.

I do care. I do.

Look, what do you want me to say to you?

What do you want me to do?

You not offering me no solutions.

I'm literally still trying to figure out

how we even got here.

Maurice, I was not the only one that needed money.

You was so eager to help me.

We got here together.

And you was sending cards to just me?

What are you trying to say to me right now?

Is this just some shit that Stanley said to you?

Look, man, I got to go.

Maurice--

Delete that one.

Who's so funny in here?

Just Courtney.

He said I look like Gabrielle Union.

Bitch--

Chastity: Delivery for Mia Knight!

Mia: Oh, my gosh!

-For me! -Shawna: I want a delivery.

-Saks Fifth? -Mia: Aw.

It's a gift from Ca$h.

He say he can't wait to see me in it

at the Billboard party.

Wait, wait.

How does Ca$h know about the Billboard party?

I told him I was going.

Oh, girl...

Mugler?

-Bitch. -Shawna: Okay.

What are you about to do?

'Cause y-you got to tell him he can't come.

What?

I can't tell him that. He gon' be pissed.

But you should be pissed he posted you

on his Instagram story in your lingerie

with a cock-eyed emoji on your face.

-You're not mad? -Mia: Girl,

I'm not about to Me Too this nigga

over some shit that I sent him.

Okay? He claiming me, and I look good as fuck.

-Hmm. -Okay.

Mia, you got to remember,

you a public figure, too.

Your image matter just as much as that nigga's.

Mia: Fine.

I'll talk to him.

Chastity: Hold up.

So Ca$h and Courtney

gon' be there tonight?

Mm-hmm.