Deserve lyrics

[Intro]
Broke n*ggas don't deserve it (skrrt)
Broke n*ggas don't deserve it (Hitmaka)
Broke n*ggas 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*ggas paying for it (Yup)
These broke n*ggas don't deserve pus*y (No)
These broke n*ggas don't deserve pus*y (No)
These broke n*ggas don't deserve pus*y (No!)
These broke n*ggas don't deserve pus*y

[Verse 1: Blac Chyna]
f*ck you thought?
Think you bout to hop up out the whip, then hop up in here this pus*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*ck up more than your retirement
Sip Mimosas with Madonna, man
f*ck 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*ck 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*ggas, don't deserve pus*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
[Chorus: 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*ggas paying for it (Let's go)
These broke n*ggas don't deserve pus*y (Never)
These broke n*ggas don't deserve pus*y (Nah)
These broke n*ggas don't deserve pus*y (No!)
These broke n*ggas don't deserve pus*y

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Ay, you the type of n*gga, act like a hoe
So you the type of n*gga, that don't deserve hoes
I got street n*gga goals, wanna send all my n*ggas millions
When I fall in club VIP, I wanna f*ck 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*tch purse
Birkin bag, Balenciaga's, brand new Givenchy, we swaggin'
Fell in love with the coco, baking soda, and the baggies
Broke n*ggas don't deserve pus*y, and these pus*y n*ggas don't deserve money
pus*y n*ggas 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*tch 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*ggas paying for it
These broke n*ggas don't deserve pus*y
These broke n*ggas don't deserve pus*y
These broke n*ggas don't deserve pus*y
These broke n*ggas don't deserve pus*y