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Lupe Fiasco
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Ty Dolla $ign
Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum
Ty Dolla $ign
Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We're like satellites for strippers
(I'm talkin' 187, make that motherfucker pop)
Round and round and round we go
On Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We're like satellites for strippers
Round and round and round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
(And comin' to the stage next, you know who this is)
We got dollar bills to kill
(Get your money out, nigga)
Money to burn in her atmosphere
So I'ma turn it up, you burn it up (Hey)
Turn it up, you burn it up (Hey)
I turn it up, you burn 'em up (Hey)
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay (Yeah, yeah)
(I'm talkin' 187, make that motherfucker pop)
I want you to stay
I'm a dollar bill killer (187, make that motherfucker pop)
I need you to stay
Five, ten, twenties, I'ma throw it (Hey)
Work your way up to them big face hundreds (Yeah, yeah)
These other hoes been workin' all week
You gettin' more than that, just off me, yeah, yeah, yeah
We both work hard for this money (Yeah)
I see you goin' hard for me (Me)
It ain't no thing, you can take it off (Take it off)
If I keep on drinkin', I'ma lose it all
Saturday night for niggas (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Astronauts and alcohol
We're like satellites for strippers
(I'm talkin' 187, make that motherfucker pop)
Round and round and round we go
Saturday night for niggas (Oh, yeah)
Astronauts and alcohol
We're like satellites for strippers (Oh, oh, yeah)
Round and round and round she go (Yeah)
We got dollar bills to kill
(And comin' to the stage next, you know who this is)
We got dollar bills to kill
(Get your money out, nigga)
Money to burn in her atmosphere
So I'ma turn it up, you burn it up (Hey)
Turn it up, you burn it up (Hey)
I turn it up, you burn 'em up (Hey)
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay (Yeah, yeah)
(I'm talkin' 187, make that motherfucker pop)
I want you to stay
I'm a dollar bill killer (187, make that motherfucker pop)
I need you to stay
My nigga, if these poles could talk
If the stage grew another pole, got up and walk
Gotta kill these dollars, you can't be in assault
Need you real, lil' mama, you can't be in my thoughts, oh no
I knew a ten down in Houston
So I wonder if you can do a slow-mo
Then speed it up, heat it up, chop it down, beat it up
Take it off, make it talk, shake a wall, make it fall
ATL, ATM, double up, take it all
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We're like satellites for strippers
(I'm talkin' 187, make that motherfucker pop)
Round and round and round we go
On Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We're like satellites for strippers
Round and round and round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
(And comin' to the stage next, you know who this is)
We got dollar bills to kill
(Get your money out, nigga)
Money to burn in her atmosphere
So I'ma turn it up, you burn it up (Hey)
Turn it up, you burn it up (Hey)
I turn it up, you burn 'em up (Hey)
Murderer, murderer
I want you to stay (Yeah, yeah)
(I'm talkin' 187, make that motherfucker pop)
I want you to stay
I'm a dollar bill killer (187, make that motherfucker pop)
I need you to stay
Just another Saturday night
Showtime, I deserve these lights
'Cause I work hard for what I get
Just so I can give my ten percent
You better pay up, pay up or get out
I'm not into how you get down
Hope you love me in the moment
But I know where I'm goin'
And I'm just tryna get through this
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
You're like satellites for strippers
(I'm talkin' 187, make that motherfucker pop)
Round and round and round you go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
You're like satellites for strippers
Round and round and round I go
I need dollar bills to kill
(And comin' to the stage next, you know who this is)
You better have dollar bills to kill
(Get your money out, nigga)
Money to burn in my atmosphere
So I'ma turn it up, burn it up (Hey)
Turn it up, burn it up (Hey)
Turn it up, burn 'em up (Hey)
I'm a murderer, murderer
You want me to stay (Yeah, yeah)
(I'm talkin' 187, make that motherfucker pop)
You want me to stay (Hey)
(187, Make that motherfucker pop)
I want you to stay
Man, girl, I'm here killin' off these drunk-ass niggas tonight
That's what's goin' on, bitch, though
But damn, they had my pole clean today, I'm sick of this shit
Spent the motherfuckin' drink on my goddamn shoes
Next time, make sure to have my shit clean
'Cause I can't go up in this strip club no more
Yeah, yeah, man, it's cool, though
I'll get some new ones tomorrow, fuck it
Ayy, well, you know the other spot poppin'
Ain't doin' that shit, I'm tryna go to church in the mornin'
Yeah, let's go to the other spot
Now it's Sunday mornin' for sinners
Preacher's doll and holy water
And be reborn beginner
Round and round we know
Like dollar bills to save
Make it rain on that collection plate
You need dollar bills to save
Make it rain on that collection plate
You need dollar bills to save
Make it rain on that collection plate
You made it clap, now take it back, pray
You made it clap, now take it back, pray
You made it clap, now take it back, pray
You made it clap, now take it back, pray
Mm-hmm, yeah, pray
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