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

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

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

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

Saturday night for
and alcohol
We're like satellites for
I'm talkin' 187, make mothafucka pop
'round and 'round we go
Saturday night for
Astronauts and
We're satellites for strippers
Runnin' 'round and she go
We got dollar bills to
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 it up, you burn 'em up
Murderer,
I want you to
I'm talkin' 187, that 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 these
'Cause I work for what I get
Just so I can give my ten
You pay up, pay up or get out
I'm not how you get down
Hope you me in the moment
But I know where I'm
And I'm tryna get through this...

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

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

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

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

You it clap, now take it back

You it clap, now take it back

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