Doom, doom, doom-doom-doom, tied up on the ropes Doom, doom, doom-doom-doom, doom-doom doom It's a Saturday night for niggas Astronauts and alcohol Satellites are strippers Runnin' round and round we go It's a 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 got dollar bills to kill Money to burn in our atmosphere When we turn it up, you burn it up Turn it up, you burn it up Turn it up, you burn it up Murderer, murderer I want you to stay I'm talkin' one to eighty-seven, make that motherfucker I want you to stay I'm a dollar bill killer One to eighty-seven, make that motherfucker I need you to stay Five, ten, twenties, I'm a thot Work your way up to them big-face hunnids These other hoes been workin' all week You gettin' more than that, just saw 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 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 got dollar bills to kill Money burnin' our atmosphere So I'ma turn it up, you burn it up Turn it up, you burn it up Turn it up, you burn them up Murderer, murderer I want you to stay I'm talkin' one-eight-seven, make that motherfucker I want you to stay I'm a dollar bill killer One-eight-seven, make that motherfucker I need you to stay If these poes could talk If the stage grew another pole Got up and walk Gotta kill these dollars You can't be in the salt 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 could do a slow move Then speed it up, heat it up Chop it down, beat it up Take it off, make it top Shake a wall, make it fall ATL, ATM, I'm in love, take it off Saturday night for niggas Astronauts and alcohol We're like satellites for strippers 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 You come to the stage next, just ain't know what it feels We got dollar bills to kill Money to burn in our atmosphere I'ma turn it up, you burn it up Turn it up, you burn it up I turn it up, you burn them up Murderer, murderer I want you to stay I'm locked in 187, make that motherfuckin' I want you to stay I'm a dollar bill killer 187, make that motherfuckin' I need you to stay Just another Saturday night Show time, I deserve these lights Cause I work hard for what I get Just so I can give my 10% 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 going And I'm just trying to get through this Saturday night for niggas Astronauts and alcohol You're like satellites, but strippers Round and round and round you go Saturday night for niggas Astronauts and alcohol You're like satellites, but strippers Round and round and round I go I need dollar bills to kill Ain't coming to the stage next, just ain't know what it feels You better have dollar bills to kill Money to burn in my atmosphere So I'ma turn it up, burn it up Turn it up, burn it up Turn it up, burn them up I'm a murderer, murderer You want me to stay I'm like your 187, make that motherfuckin' You want me to stay 187, make that motherfuckin' Man, girl, I made it killing all these drunk ass niggas tonight The damn ain't have my pole clean today, however stick with me shit Next time I need to have my shit clean Cause I can't go out in the streets No more You know the other spot, poppy Let's go to the other spot Now it's Sunday morning for sinners Preachers downing Holy water is breed rebound Beginners Round and round we know You buy a dollar bill to save When you rain on that collection plate You need a dollar bill to save When you rain on that collection plate You need dollar bills to save When you rain on that collection plate You may have clapped, but take it back Don't you know buttons don't clap? No, no, no, no Gotta step it up, you know I love it Don't you know buttons don't clap? No, no, no, no Gotta step it up, you know I love it Don't you know buttons don't clap? No, no, no, no