Lupe Fiasco - Kill (feat. Victoria Monét, Ty Dolla $ign) lyrics

Ty Dolla $ign [Tyrone William Griffin Jr.]

[Lupe Fiasco - Kill feat. Victoria Monét, Ty Dolla $ign lyrics]

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

5, 10, 20s, I'ma throw it (rain)
Work your way up to them big face hunnids
(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
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
Astronauts and alcohol
We're like satellites for strippers
I'm talkin' 187, make that mothafucka pop
Runnin' 'round and 'round we go
Saturday night for niggas
Astronauts and alcohol
We're like satellites for strippers
Runnin' 'round and 'round she go
We got dollar bills to kill
We comin' to the stage next
You know who this is
We got dollar bills to kill
(Get your money out, niggas)
Money to burn in the atmosphere
I'ma turn it up, you burn it up (Ayy)
Turn it up, you burn it up (Ayy)
I turn it up, you burn 'em up (Ayy)
Murderer, murderer i want you to stay
I'm talkin' 187, make that mothafucka pop
I want you to stay, I'm a dollar bill killer
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay

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

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

Man, girl, i made a killin' off these
Drunk ass niggas tonight
Ayy, bruh, that shit was goin' up, man
But damn
They ain't had my pole clean today?
I'm sick of this shit
This bitch spilled her mothafuckin' drink
On my goddamn shoes
You dirtier than a mothafucka, dawg
Next time they better have my shit clean
'Cause, I can't go up in this strip club
Ayy, it's cool though (you already know)
I'll get some new ones tomorrow, fuck it
You know the other spot poppin'? (yeah)
No more doin' that shit and tryna
Go to church in the morning
Let's go to the other spot

Now it's Sunday mornin' for sinners
Preacher's daughter, holy water
Be reborn, beginner
'Round and 'round we know
It's like dollar bills to save
Make it rain on that collection plate
Need a dollar bill to save
Make it rain on that collection plate
And your dollar bills can 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 (Woo)
Watch it all wash away (Hm-m)
Watch it all wash away (yeah, pray)
Watch it all wash away

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