Down On Your Luck

I walk in this bitch looking just like a bag of money I be speaking, the girls be screaming they fiending for me But really it just be my money Uh, pull up, I'll be dressing, y'all be stressing 'Cause you know that I'm the bomb, armageddon Watch me, girl! See, I don't want your bitch, boy, she got mileage She choke more than a cinnamon challange And ohh you never see me 'round here And all too much money to count it They like ooh you know your stuff Baby, that's what's up Got a girl in Virginia that look better than all your spouses They like ooh you know your stuff Baby, that's what's up Got a girl in Virginia that look better than all your spouses Down on your luck, down on your luck, down on your luck, down Down on your luck, down on your luck, down, oh I'm up this bitch, I got money to burn so she stacking her tits Till I look in her face, and I put it away I ain't throwing this money around She think she's so bad She don't know I had plenty bitches bad Some of them quarters but know that I keep a few dimes around Girl, keep popping, keep popping Don't stop till the money, ain't dropping Body bangin' but yo face trash I'm fucked up and I got cash Your luck passed and you need that I'm a real nigga, I see that Down on your luck, down on your luck, down on your luck, down Down on your luck, down on your luck, down, oh --- Down On Your Luck - August Alsina and Sage the Gemini