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night for niggas
Astronauts and
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' 'round and she go
We got dollar to kill
We to the stage next, you know who this is
We got bills to kill
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 dollar killa
187, make that pop
I you to stay

5, 10, 20s, I'ma it
your way up to them big face hunnits
These hoes been workin' all week
You gettin' than 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

night for niggas
Astronauts and
like satellites for strippers
I'm talkin' 187, 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 who this is
We got dollar to kill
Get money out niggas
to burn in the atmosphere
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 talkin' 187, make mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I'm a dollar bill
187, make mothafucka pop
I need you to

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

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

Just another Saturday
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 into how you get
you love me in the moment
But I know I'm goin'
And I'm just get through this...

...Saturday night for
Astronauts and
like satellites for strippers
I'm talkin' 187, make mothafucka pop
Runnin' 'round and you go
Saturday night for
and alcohol
You're satellites for strippers
Runnin' 'round and I go
I need dollar bills to
We comin' to the stage next, you who this is
You better have bills to kill
Get your money out
to burn in my atmoshphere
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 me to stay
I'm talkin' 187, make that pop
You me to stay
187, that mothafucka pop
I want you to

Man girl I made a killin' off these drunk ass niggas
Ayy bruh shit was goin' up, man
But damn they had my clean today, I'm sick of this shit
This bitch spilled her mothafuckin' drink on my shoes
You dirtier than a mothafucka,
Next time better have my shit clean
'Cause I can't go up in this strip
Ayy it's though
You already
I'll get some new tomorrow, fuck it
You know the other poppin'?

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

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

You made it clap, now take it

You made it clap, now take it

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