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Ty Dolla loops 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 Turn it up, you burn it up I turn it up, you burn 'em up 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 killa 187, make that mothafucka pop I need you to stay Songtexte5, 10, 20s, I'ma throw it Work your way up to them big face hunnits 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 I see you goin' hard for me It ain't no thing, you can 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 Turn it up, you burn it up I turn it up, you burn 'em up 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 killa 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 atmoshphere I'ma turn it up, you burn it up Turn it up, you burn it up I turn it up, you burn 'em up 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 killa 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 atmoshphere 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 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 Watch it all wash away Watch it all wash away Watch it all wash away Aus Songtexte Mania