Broke Ass Bitches

[Verse 1 - Daphne Blake]
Real bitches only allowed tonight
We got the party bumped up and the stars so bright
Zanella, Jessy, Ari, Barbie, Luis, Charlie, Artie
On that heaven level, so sky high
But who’s this bitch just walking by?

Oh no
Fuck the fuck
Oh it's so hideous!
Oh my god!
She's coming over here in that two dollar crop top that she bought at Walmart!

Big pussy slapper
We're in Roblox with the whip
Here's a tip
Here's some Robux
Go buy yourself a Ross fit
I hate broke ass bitches and you seem to fit the bill
But you're here, and not there, so what's even your deal?

[Chorus - Daphne Blake]
You're not popular and I fucking hate your guts
You're like Bekim so uncool, acting like a huge slut
(Rah, rah)
That's not you, you just ain't that kind of girl
Boys run, yeah they hide, and you make 'em fucking hurl

I'm lying, I'm flying, high up above
Your big ass on the ground, gotta push and shove
This club is only for 95 and under
I repeat, only for 95 and under

You're not skinny enough and I would just push you out
But you're fat and weigh a ton, and you're ruining our fun

[Post-Chorus - Daphne Blake]
(Emergency broadcast, we are currently dealing with)
Broke ass bitches in the club tonight
We don't need these broke ass bitches in the club tonight
Please exit to the right, right
And shut this place down down tonight

[Hook - The Head]
Broke ass bitches
I hate broke ass bitches
Raise your glass to the ceiling
If you hate broke bitches

Broke ass bitches
I hate broke ass bitches
Raise your glass to the ceiling
If you hate broke bitches

[Verse 2 - The Head]
I'm in the club like what the fuck?
First thing I see, a bitch wearing Uggs
Girl, where you get that jacket from?
Mine worth a stack, yours worth a crumb
I'm Michael Kors, you're Dollar Tree
So please just stay away from me
Lemme step into the VIP
To get away from little miss misery

Alert, alert
This bitch is looking hurt
'Cause she can't afford a drink
And she can't find work

Back up, bitch
Just come back when you're rich
You make me puke but I'm sober
These broke bitches are over

[Verse 3 - Both]
I'd rather hang out with Rubber Johnny
Or do some drugs in the company of Gandhi
Lay out all my shit for you to just steal
Or pick at my bones like a vulture's next meal

[Hook - The Head]
Broke ass bitches won't you stay away from me
Broke ass bitches I don't want your company
Broke ass bitches won't you stay away from me
Broke ass bitches I don't want your company

[Chorus - The Head]
You're so fucking poor, you can't afford my taste
So walk out the door before you get fucking tazed
Hit the street, broke ass creep
Honey you should know your place

[Post-Chorus - The Head]
We making dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar
(Broke ass bitches!)
I'm a baller baller baller baller baller baller baller
(I hate broke ass bitches!)
We making dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar
(Broke ass bitches!)
I'm a baller baller baller baller baller baller baller
(I hate broke ass bitches!)

[Outro - The Head]
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar
I'm a baller baller baller baller baller baller baller
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar
I'm a baller baller baller baller baller baller baller