Blac Chyna – Deserve Lyrics ft Yo Gotti & Jeremih

Deserve Lyrics by Blac Chyna feat Yo Gotti & Jeremih.

[Intro]
Broke niggas don’t deserve it “skrrt”
Broke niggas don’t deserve it “Hitmaka”
Broke niggas don’t deserve it

[Hook/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 niggas paying for it “Yup”
These broke niggas don’t deserve p—y “No”
These broke n—-s don’t deserve p—y “No”
These broke n—-s don’t deserve p—y “No!”
These broke n—-s don’t deserve p—y

[Verse 1 – Blac Chyna]
F–k 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–k up more than your retirement
Sip Mimosas with Madonna, man
F–k 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 talking bout?
You tryna f–k 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—-s, don’t deserve p—y
Got they pockets empty, but they all looking
Get a hundred bands every time they book me “G—–n”
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—-s paying for it “Let’s go”
These broke n—-s don’t deserve p—y “Never”
These broke n—-s don’t deserve p—y “Nah”
These broke n—-s don’t deserve p—y “No!”
These broke n—-s 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—-s millions
When I fall in club VIP, I wanna f–k 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 swagging
Fell in love with the coco, baking soda, and the baggies
Broke n—-s don’t deserve p—y, and these p—y n—-s don’t deserve money
P—y n—-s want a tummy tuck, so I hit ’em up
Yeah that Glock, plastic surgery
I’m in the kitchen doing surgery “Whippin”
I’m in your b—h knowing you heard of me “Woo”
Send your hoe a emoji kiss, early
Like what a bag “Mula”

[Hook/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—-s paying for it
These broke n—-s don’t deserve p—y
These broke n—-s don’t deserve p—y
These broke n—-s don’t deserve p—y
These broke n—-s don’t deserve p—y