Rich kid, asshole: paint me as a villain
Bino throwing his critics' complaints back at them: he’s arguing against the common gripe that all those who have money must have been given it, that all rich people are assholes. He contrasts himself against entitled rich kids by saying he’s earned his riches through his ambition and talent and deserves them. The haters don’t even know what they’re talking about.
Screenplay linkage: During this time, The Boy hits an Oakland club with Fam, Swank, and Steve. The promoter tells him they can’t sit there for free & have to buy a bottle. The Boy orders 12 & the Promoter believes he’s bluffing but orders them anyway. 12 girls with sparklers walk to the table only to realize they’ve left and all that remains is money for the drinks. The Promoter feels like a dick.
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