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Saturday night for
Astronauts and
We're like satellites for
I'm talkin' 187, make mothafucka pop
Runnin' and 'round we go
Saturday for niggas
and alcohol
We're 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 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 it up, you burn '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 big face hunnits
These other hoes been workin' all
You gettin' more that just off me, yeah, yeah, yeah
We work 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 for niggas
Astronauts and
like satellites for strippers
I'm talkin' 187, make that pop
Runnin' and 'round we go
Saturday for niggas
and alcohol
We're like satellites for
Runnin' and 'round she go
We got dollar to kill
We comin' to the stage next, you who this is
We got dollar bills to
Get your out niggas
Money to burn in the
turn it up, you burn it up
Turn it up, you it up
I turn it up, you 'em up
Murderer,
I want you to
I'm talkin' 187, that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I'm a dollar killa
187, make that pop
I need you to

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

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

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

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

Man girl I made a killin' off drunk ass niggas tonight
Ayy bruh that was goin' up, man
But damn they had my clean today, I'm sick of this shit
bitch spilled her mothafuckin' drink on my goddamn shoes
You than a mothafucka, dawg
Next they better have my shit clean
'Cause I go up in this strip club
Ayy it's though
You know
get some new ones tomorrow, fuck it
You know the spot poppin'?

No more doin' shit and tryna go to church in the morning
Let's go to the other

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

You it clap, now take it back

You made it clap, now take it

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