Blac Chyna - Deserve lyrics

[Intro] Broke n***as don't deserve it (skrrt) Broke n***as don't deserve it Broke n***as don't deserve it [Chorus: Jeremih] Go take it off right now One on one, nice style (Yeah) I don't know what the hell you waiting for (Wait) I know you got them n***as paying for it (Yup) These broke n***as don't deserve p**y (No) These broke n***as don't deserve p**y (No) These broke n***as don't deserve p**y (No!) These broke n***as don't deserve p**y [Verse 1: Blac Chyna] f** you thought? Think you bout to hop up out the whip, then hop up in here this p**y Talk that talk, but when it's time to pop a band, you hop up here and you shook Nothing better than them dollars, man, I f** up more than your retirement Sip Mimosas with Madonna, man f** her face just like I'm Taliban It's too dark in here, don't make me pull the TEC out If your name ain't Benjamin, then what we talkin' bout? You tryna f** or nah? Cause I got the hoes and all Under the act they fall, and they don't do broke at all Uh, yeah, to these broke n***as, don't deserve p**y Got they pockets empty, but they all lookin' Get a hundred bands every time they book me (Goddamn) Take him to the mall, just to show it off Big bag, take lil bag If you wanna pay, then you gotta pay to ball [Jeremih & Yo Gotti] Go take it off right now (Take it off, take it off) One on one, nice style (Let's get it!) I don't know what the hell you waiting for (What you waiting for?) I know you got them n***as paying for it (Let's go) These broke n***as don't deserve p**y (Never) These broke n***as don't deserve p**y (Nah) These broke n***as don't deserve p**y (No!) These broke n***as don't deserve p**y [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] Ay, you the type of n***a, act like a hoe So you the type of n***a, that don't deserve hoes I got street n***a goals, wanna send all my n***as millions When I fall in club VIP, I wanna f** every hoe in the building Taz's Angels on my list first 20 mil my net worth Quarter mil my neck worth Ten bands, my b**h purse Birkin bag, Balenciaga's, brand new Givenchy, we swaggin' Fell in love with the coco, baking soda, and the baggies Broke n***as don't deserve p**y, and these p**y n***as don't deserve money p**y n***as want a tummy tuck, so I hit 'em up Yeah that Glock, plastic surgery I'm in the kitchen doin' surgery (Whippin) I'm in your b**h knowin' you heard of me (Woo) Send your hoe a emoji kiss, early Like what a bag (Mula) [Chorus: Jeremih] Go take it off right now One on one, nice style I don't know what the hell you waiting for I know you got them n***as paying for it These broke n***as don't deserve p**y These broke n***as don't deserve p**y These broke n***as don't deserve p**y These broke n***as don't deserve p**y