*** by Lupe Fiasco
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign And Victoria Monet)
Album : Drogas Light
Released : 2017
Genre : Hip-hop/rap
Label : 1st & 15/Thirty Tigers
[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
Ty Dolla loops
[Chorus: 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 ***
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to ***
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 killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
5, 10, 20s, I’ma throw it
Work your way up to them big face hunnids
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
[Chorus: 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 ***
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to *** (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 killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
My ***, if these poles could talk
If the stage grew another pole, got up and walked
Gotta *** these dollars, it can’t be an ***
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
[Chorus: 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 ***
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
We got dollar bills to *** (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 killa
187, make that mothafucka pop
I need you to stay
[Verse 3: 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…
[Chorus: 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 ***
We comin’ to the stage next, you know who this is
You better have dollar bills to *** (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
[Interlude: Victoria Monet, Ty Dolla $ign & Lupe Fiasco]
Man girl I made a killin’ off these drunk ass niggas tonight
Ayy bruh that *** was goin’ up, man
But they ain’t had my pole clean today, I’m sick of this ***
This *** spilled her mothafuckin’ drink on my goddamn shoes
You dirtier than a mothafucka, dawg
Next time they better have my *** 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, *** it
You know the other spot poppin’? (yeah)
No more doin’ that *** and tryna go to church in the morning
Let’s go to the other spot
[Outro: 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 (whoo)
Watch it all wash away (hmm)
I’m talkin’ 187, make that mothafucka pop
Watch it all wash away (yeah, pray)
187, make that mothafucka pop
Watch it all wash away