Director: Greg Williams
Most outrageously awesome moment: PowerPoint-level screen flame-out during Puffy's verse.
Was this the birth of Trap Puff, the MMG overlord new-era Diddy we all love and admire today? Your boy is talking that talk with a new zero-fucks swagger in his step courtesy of some impeccable ghost-written Rozay bars and the visual is there to match the hood opulence. Puff's posted in, like, a five-figure fur, in a parking lot mobbing with the goons, like when Marlo Stanfield ran right out of that cocktail party and back to the block. The block was calling Sean Combs, we should all be glad he picked up.