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Ty Dolla

Saturday for niggas
and alcohol
We're like for strippers
I'm talkin' 187, that mothafucka pop
Runnin' and 'round we go
night for niggas
Astronauts and
We're satellites for strippers
'round and 'round she go
We got dollar to kill
We comin' to the stage next, you know who is
We got dollar bills to
Get money out niggas
to burn in the atmoshphere
I'ma it up, you burn it up
it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you 'em up
Murderer,
I want you to
I'm 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I'm a bill killa
187, make that pop
I need you to

5, 10, 20s, I'ma it
Work your way up to them big hunnits
These hoes been workin' all week
You gettin' more that just off me, yeah, yeah, yeah
We both hard for this money
I see you hard for me
It ain't no thing, you can it off
If I on drinkin', I'ma lose it all

Saturday night for
Astronauts and
We're satellites for strippers
I'm talkin' 187, make mothafucka pop
Runnin' 'round and we go
Saturday for niggas
Astronauts and
like satellites for strippers
Runnin' 'round and she go
We got dollar to kill
We comin' to the stage next, you know who is
We got bills to kill
Get your money out
Money to burn in the
I'ma turn it up, you it up
it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you 'em up
Murderer,
I want you to
I'm 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I'm a dollar bill
187, make that pop
I need you to

My nigga, if these poles could
If the grew another pole, got up and walked
Gotta kill dollars, it can't be an assault
Need real love, mama, you can't be in my thoughts
Oh, no
I knew a ten in Houston
So I wonder if you can do it
Then it up, heat it up, drop it down, beat it up
Take it off, make it talk, it all, make it fall
ATL, ATM, mama to take it all

night for niggas
Astronauts and
We're like for strippers
I'm talkin' 187, make that pop
Runnin' 'round and we go
night for niggas
Astronauts and
We're like for strippers
Runnin' 'round and she go
We got dollar bills to
We to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to
Get money out niggas
Money to burn in the
I'ma it up, you burn it up
it up, you burn it up
I turn it up, you 'em up
Murderer,
I you to stay
I'm talkin' 187, make mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I'm a bill killa
187, make that pop
I need you to

Just another Saturday
Showtime, I deserve lights
'Cause I hard for what I get
Just so I can my ten percent
You pay up, pay up or get out
I'm not into how you get
you love me in the moment
But I where I'm goin'
And I'm just get through this...

...Saturday for niggas
Astronauts and
You're like for strippers
I'm talkin' 187, make mothafucka pop
'round and 'round you go
Saturday night for
Astronauts and
You're satellites for strippers
Runnin' 'round and I go
I dollar bills to kill
We to the stage next, you know who this is
You better have dollar bills to
Get money out niggas
to burn in my atmoshphere
So turn it up, burn it up, hey
it up, burn it up, hey
Turn it up, 'em up, hey
I'm a murderer,
You me to stay
I'm talkin' 187, make that pop
You want me to
187, make that pop
I you to stay

Man girl I made a killin' off these drunk ass tonight
Ayy bruh shit was goin' up, man
But damn had my pole clean today, I'm sick of this shit
This bitch spilled her mothafuckin' on my goddamn shoes
You than a mothafucka, dawg
Next time better have my shit clean
'Cause I go up in this strip club
Ayy it's cool
You know
I'll get some new ones tomorrow, it
You know the other spot

No more doin' that shit and go to church in the morning
Let's go to the spot

Now Sunday mornin' for sinners
Preacher's daughter, water
Be reborn,
and 'round we know
It's dollar bills to save
Make it rain on collection plate
Need a dollar to save
Make it rain on that plate
And your bills can save
Make it rain on that plate
You made it clap, now it back

You made it clap, now it back

You made it clap, now it back

You made it clap, now take it
Watch it all wash
Watch it all away
it all wash away