Skizzy Mars – Welcome Back Lyrics

[Hook]
Welcome back
Welcome back
Welcome back
Where you been at?
Where you been at?
Welcome back
Welcome back
Welcome back
Where you been at?
Where you been at?

[Verse 1]
Loud crowds
No crickets here
Penthouse had a different year
St. Laurent ?
Make these racks all disappear
Sold out shows on west coast
ATM, I just chase bank
Call Sosa when I get to Dallas
Bitch, I got rich at 18
? in Alaska
Didn’t even have to ask for it
Bad bitch from Nebraska
Said her dad was a the pastor
Sold out shows when I’m back east
Welcome back like a murder base
Had to call out the big dogs
Big homie had an open case

24hrs – 24Hr Strip Club (feat. Juicy J)

[Intro: 24hrs]
I’ve been dreaming ’bout the strip club
24hr strip club
When the kitchen don’t close
And they always got ones

[Pre-Hook: 24hrs]
I’ma need the baddest
Like a cover on a magazine
Ooo-ooh
And they gon’ go

[Hook: 24hrs]
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad

[Verse 1: 24hrs]
Welcome to the strip club
Home of the wings and ass
We gotta ATM, we gotta ATM, we gotta ATM
If we ain’t got no money
Yeah you don’t get no dentist
You ain’t got no money
Yeah you don’t get no dentist
You ain’t got no money
Yeah you don’t get no dentist
You ain’t got no money
Yeah you don’t get no dentist

Strip club party, stretch my shawty
Ooo, she got a round thing, touch your toes for daddy
Super energetic; I can see you athletic
Super freaky for 20

[Pre-Hook: 24hrs]
I’ma need the baddest
Like a cover on a magazine
Ooo-ooh
And they gon’ go

[Hook: 24hrs]
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Spent the night in the shade
That’s my favorite place
Flood so many ones
The bank teller need a break
My backyard got a lake
My front yard like a dealership
Real nigga, I’m filthy rich
You can never have too many whips
Strip club, eat spinach dip
Whisper pimp shit in her ear
Told her, she can come slide down
My pole once she finish her
Krispy right ’round the corner
We can make a list if you wanna
You been workin’ so hard
Bring me that pussy, you can get a bonus

I pop a pill, I’m at it all night
Higher than a red eye flight
And I don’t take care of no kids
If you got good head, I might
I might take your whole crew to the mall
Tell them lil niggas to buy what they want
And put they lil bad ass in the bed early
And come in this room, Imma break that ass off
(Yeah, hoe!)

[Hook: 24hrs]
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad

[Bridge: 24hrs]

[Pre-Hook: 24hrs]
I’ma need the baddest
Like a cover on a magazine
Ooo-ooh
And they gon’ go

[Hook: 24hrs]
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad
All the hoes is bad

[Outro: 24hrs]
I been dreamin’ bout the strip club
24hr strip club

Lil Durk – Mood Im In (feat. Yfn Lucci) (Love Songs For The Streets Album)

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, the type of mood I’m in, I’m on some fly shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
I feel like pourin’ up a pint, I’ma pour it up you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD off the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
Yea yea

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Perky in my system I’mma vomit
Trap goin’ crazy and they know I’m the hottest
Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
Six of Hi tech in my cup never wash it (yeah)
Tell them niggas (pay up)
They be for the first day of school I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J’s up
Shot my nigga Boonie he ain’t want give his J’s up
I’ve been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
Me and bro ‘nem too related, never been a groupie hater
Think I’m Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it’s a zoovie baby
The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon’ sue me baby
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD off the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
Yea yea

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Walk around with yo’ car on my neck
Nigga playin’ we gon’ get his ass wacked
No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
Go get the money we was raised like that
Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
And Step comin’ home but he can’t get them years back yea
Just got a .30 totin’ standing all day
I got another .30 for ya when I get back
Oh Lord knows that I’m traumatized, the look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon’ terrorize every one of you guys
Oh Lord knows we don’t never, we don’t never put you on the news get you televised now you worldwide

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD off the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
Yea yea

Yayaya – Future feat. Koly P & Zoey Dollaz lyrics

Lyrics Future – Yayaya

f*ckin’ b*tches on the carpet
It remind me when I was starvin'(yayaya)

Heard the money counter go beep
They trynna catch me while I’m sleep (Can’t get no sleep)
I sold dope and made a sacrifice
Keep on hating cause I know you’re tired
Baddest b*tch gon’ worship me like God
Treat my dawgs like kings, we some god’s
Fresh out the motherf*ckin’ stove serving that ya ya ya
You lookin’ for some dope? We got it, ya ya ya.

Let the money counter go beep (Go Beep)
Let the ATM go brrr (Brrr)
Like them niggas hating on me (On Me)
Well f*ck it, that bag waiting on me (Thats facts)
I just came back from Dubai (Dubai)
You f*ck niggas that never left the city (Never left)
I’m bout to flex on these niggas (Flex)
I’m ’bout to stunt with no pity (Hahaha)
Know a nigga keep the Draco (Draco)
I heard them niggas out here tryna kill me (What)
30 rounds in that motherf*cker
Make sure the f*ck niggas gon’ feel it (Feel me)
Heard those niggas don’t like me (Like me)
I prolly f*cked a nigga wifey (I did)
A young nigga still juggin out (Juggin)
A young nigga still swiping (Swipping)
VVS and the diamond chains (Bling)
You can see me when the light dim (Light dim)
We ain’t doing no more Cubans (Cuban)
Tennis chains with the diamonds (Diamonds)
Eliantte that’s my jeweler (Yante)
.40 cal that’s my Ruger (I be on it)
f*ck nigga I do ya (Bow)
How you p*ssy niggas on the news, bruh?

Heard the money counter go beep
They trynna catch me while I’m sleep
I sold dope and made a sacrifice
Keep on hating cause I know you’re tired
Baddest b*tch gon’ worship me like God
Treat my dawgs like kings, we some god’s
Fresh out the motherf*ckin’ stove serving that ya ya ya
You lookin’ for some dope? We got it, yayaya.

I know niggas who got rich just of selling D
And when my co-defendant snitch, I had to take the plea
These niggas all on black and white, I think they referees
Lil Koly deep off in this water, I think I’m Captain D’s
If you my dog, then you my dog and b*tch we scratchin’ fleas
I got money burning candles selling versuri-lyrics.info
And for the love of that money, nigga f*ck with greed
I got a plug in Columbia who talking Coca leaves.

Heard the money counter go beep
They trynna catch me while I’m sleep
I sold dope and made a sacrifice
Keep on hating cause I know you’re tired
Baddest b*tch gon’ worship me like God
Treat my dawgs like kings, we some god’s
Fresh out the motherf*ckin’ stove serving that ya ya ya
You lookin’ for some dope? We got it, ya ya ya.

Heard you got ten foreigns, nigga, ya ya ya
These young niggas squeezin’, they ain’t sparrin’, ya ya ya
I pray we rich forever Zoey, ya ya ya
We gon’ f*ck this b*tch together Zoey, ya ya ya
Money inside the wall now, ya ya ya
They pulling up with cars now, ya ya ya
.. and heard me, ya ya ya (free my bro)
I take Actavis and Perkys ya, ya, ya
Soon as I got my bag right, copped a Rari
These Balenciagas, nigga you shopped at Zara
Sky dweller shinin’ on me, ya ya ya
Got your main girl sliding on me, yayaya.

Heard the money counter go beep
They trynna catch me while I’m sleep
I sold dope and made a sacrifice
Keep on hating cause I know you’re tired
Baddest b*tch gon’ worship me like God
Treat my dawgs like kings, we some god’s
Fresh out the motherf*ckin’ stove serving that ya ya ya
You lookin’ for some dope? We got it, yayayaaa.
Future lyrics
Video Future

Roc Marciano – Here I Am (Rosebudd’s Revenge Album)

[Intro]
Chef up for this nigga
Why don’t you throw me some baking soda
Some haze too
Yeah nigga
Hm

[Verse 1]
Uh, we chef’ing up
Who you think you impress when you dressing up? (Uh)
Stick your chest out you get your breast cut
Get off my left nut
I pull a 7 up
Ya’ll ain’t said much
My young niggas head hunt
Have your shit looking like egg foo young (mmmm)
Ya’ll finished or ya’ll done?
??I might done you with the small bun??
My man brung the drum
Let’s give the drummer some
Rum-pum pum pum
I let a hot one run in your cummerbund
Blood was all on his tux buttoned up
His buddies thought he might eat a few, he was muscular
But he didn’t, finish
I had the mask on
I had to just lift it to let him know who did this (I did this)
I ate your food, it was delicious
My Haitian bitch, she doing voodoo with the chickens
Pinky ring and Cartier ingot king shit
Full length mink shit, [?] (yeah)
Fly shooters in from Kingston with the things gripped
Itchy trigger finger tips, two Gucci wingtips
All my jewlery clean bitch
You see this shit?

[Interlude]
You see me?
Check me out
Check me out bitch
Nigga I’m back
Marc Baby
Charge for interviews too
Yeah, five bands
Just to sit down
And bust it up
Fuck out of here

[Verse 2]
Uh, hate it or love it I’m just laying in comfort
I made the punches in the rubber Timb Duck Ends
I did my numbers while you was in the tub with rubber ducklings (uhhh)
I was on some rubber glove shit
Pumping fish, pockets lumpy like pufferfish
The pump was in the truck, my leather looking like pumpkin skin
We hustled in the Comfort Inn, I still got one foot in
This is my life, look how wonderful it is
Bulletproof the Benz, this Rosebudd’s Revenge
This where your road ends, I put that on my gold Rolex
Who knows what’s next
I’m here with moguls sniffing coke on the desk
I never copped my blow compressed, it stretched, it stretched
Silk windbreakers and BM’s racing
Maybe they ???? like Jason Statham
Paper chasing, Ducati shades for aviation, out the atrium
They say he a pimp, get money out a bitch off a corner like a ATM (hahaha)
Get money out a bitch out the corner like a ATM (hahaha)

[Outro]
Yeah boy, can’t make no shit up
Don’t ever get it fucked up boyee
Pimpstead boyee
Shit is jewlery nigga
Could wear this nigga
Could wear my rhymes boyee

Lil Durk – Mood I’m In Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, the type of mood I’m in, I’m on some fly shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
I feel like pourin’ up a pint, I’ma pour it up you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Perky in my system I’mma vomit
Trap goin’ crazy and they know I’m the hottest
Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
Sixty high tec in my cup never wash it (yeah)
Tell them niggas (pay up)
They be for the first day of school I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J’s up
Shot my nigga Boonie he ain’t want give his J’s up
I’ve been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
(?) too related, never been a groupie hater
Think I’m Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it’s a zoovie baby
The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon’ sue me baby
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Walk around with yo’ car on my neck
Nigga playin’ we gon’ get his ass wacked
No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
Go get the money we was raised like that
Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
And Step comin’ home but he can’t get them years back yea
Just got a .30 totin’ standing all day
I got another .30 for ya when I get back
Oh Lord knows that I’m traumatized, the look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon’ terrorize every one of you guys
Oh Lord knows we don’t never, we don’t never put you on the news get you televised now you worldwide

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

Lil Durk – Mood I’m In (feat. YFN Lucci)

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, the type of mood I’m in, I’m on some fly shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
I feel like pourin’ up a pint, I’ma pour it up you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Perky in my system I’mma vomit
Trap goin’ crazy and they know I’m the hottest
Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
Sixty high tec in my cup never wash it (yeah)
Tell them niggas (pay up)
They be for the first day of school I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J’s up
Shot my nigga Boonie he ain’t want give his J’s up
I’ve been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
(?) too related, never been a groupie hater
Think I’m Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it’s a zoovie baby
The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon’ sue me baby
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Walk around with yo’ car on my neck
Nigga playin’ we gon’ get his ass wacked
No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
Go get the money we was raised like that
Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
And Step comin’ home but he can’t get them years back yea
Just got a .30 totin’ standing all day
I got another .30 for ya when I get back
Oh Lord knows that I’m traumatized, the look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon’ terrorize every one of you guys
Oh Lord knows we don’t never, we don’t never put you on the news get you televised now you worldwide

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

LUPE FIASCO – Kill lyrics

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 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

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

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

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

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
Show time, 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
Turn it up, burn it up
Turn it up, burn ’em up
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

Lupe Fiasco – Kill lyrics

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 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

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

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

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

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
Show time, 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
Turn it up, burn it up
Turn it up, burn ’em up
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

EMI – Science letras

[Verse 1]
I keep making runs up in the North End
She want my number, won’t let me sell to her boyfriend
Met a couple strippers down in Portland
These bitches all addicted to endorphins
I stay round the club ’cause I know they all some sugar babies
Daddy issues, they just hit me when they workin’ late
I just wanna move the price inflated in a different state
I just bought a few, I’ll need a re-up in a couple days

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science

[Verse 2]
I don’t miss a beat when I’m in LA
Got my homies juggin’, can’t afford to miss a Friday
All my bitches loyal, they be listenin’ what I say
All my haters crooked, they be lookin’ at me sideways
Papers in my armrest, I ain’t openin’ that glove compartment
I got too much cash on me, I’ll start takin’ credit cards
BECU trappin’, I be jammin’ up the ATM
Police pull me over but I ain’t got shit to say to them

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science

[Bridge]
Do not pop the trunk until I’m next to it
And if I sell it, know that I will never do it
I get it back then I invest again
And if you’re front it, be prepared to lose it

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science

EMI – Science

[Verse 1]
I keep making runs up in the North End
She want my number, won’t let me sell to her boyfriend
Met a couple strippers down in Portland
These bitches all addicted to endorphins
I stay round the club ’cause I know they all some sugar babies
Daddy issues, they just hit me when they workin’ late
I just wanna move the price inflated in a different state
I just bought a few, I’ll need a re-up in a couple days

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science
[Verse 2]
I don’t miss a beat when I’m in LA
Got my homies juggin’, can’t afford to miss a Friday
All my bitches loyal, they be listenin’ what I say
All my haters crooked, they be lookin’ at me sideways
Papers in my armrest, I ain’t openin’ that glove compartment
I got too much cash on me, I’ll start takin’ credit cards
BECU trappin’, I be jammin’ up the ATM
Police pull me over but I ain’t got shit to say to them

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science

[Bridge]
Do not pop the trunk until I’m next to it
And if I sell it, know that I will never do it
I get it back then I invest again
And if you’re front it, be prepared to lose it

[Hook]
I got it down to a science
If you ain’t about it, do not try it
I’m in the lab, Bill Nye
I got it down to a science
I got it down to a science
I be stayin’ up, I’m workin’ nights
I turn a rock into a diamond
I got it down to a science