Kill

## Song by Lupe Fiasco featuring Ty Dolla $ign and Victoria Monét

"**Kill**" is a song by Lupe Fiasco, released as the ninth track from his album *Drogas Light* (2017). It features Ty Dolla $ign and Victoria Monét, and has the total duration of 7:10, making it the longest song from the record.

## Lyrics

**Lyrics**
[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]

Ty Dolla loops

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, *Lupe Fiasco*]

Saturday night for n\*\*\*as

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 n\*\*\*as

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, n\*\*\*as*)

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 killer

*187, make that mothafucka pop*

I need you to stay

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]

5, 10, 20s, I'ma throw it (rain)

Work your way up to them big face hunnids (yeah yeah)

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 (yeah)

I see you goin' hard for me

It ain't no thing, you can take it off (take it off)

If I keep on drinkin', I'ma lose it all

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, *Lupe Fiasco*]

Saturday night for n\*\*\*as

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 n\*\*\*as

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, n\*\*\*as*)

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 killer

*187, make that mothafucka pop*

I need you to stay

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]

My n\*\*\*a, 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

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, *Lupe Fiasco*]

Saturday night for n\*\*\*as

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 n\*\*\*as

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, n\*\*\*as*)

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 killer

*187, make that mothafucka pop*

I need you to stay

[Verse 3: Victoria Monét]

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 Monét, *Lupe Fiasco*]

Saturday night for n\*\*\*as

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 n\*\*\*as

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, n\*\*\*as*)

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

[Interlude: Victoria Monét, *Ty Dolla $ign*, **Lupe Fiasco**]

Man, girl, I made a killin' off these drunk ass n\*\*\*as tonight

*Ayy, bruh, that shit was goin' up, man*

But damn, they ain't 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**

[Outro: Lupe Fiasco, *Victoria Monét*]

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 (*Woo*)

Watch it all wash away (*Hmm*)

Watch it all wash away (*Yeah, pray*)

Watch it all wash away