Lupe Fiasco - Kill Lyrics

[Lupe Fiasco:]

Ty Dolla loops

[Ty Dolla $ign & Lupe Fiasco:]

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

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

5, 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

[Lupe Fiasco:]

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

ATM, ATM, mama love to take it all

[Victoria Monet:]

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…

[Victoria Monet & Lupe Fiasco:]

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

[Victoria Monet, Ty Dolla $ign & Lupe Fiasco:]

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

[Lupe Fiasco & Victoria Monet:]

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

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