Down On Your Luck (feat. August Alsina)

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 challenge

And ooh you never see me round it

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 y'all sluts

They like ooh you know your stuff, baby, that's what's up

Got a girl in Virginia that look better than all y'all sluts

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 bad but don't face trance, I'm fucked up and I got cash

You're luck pants say you need that, I'm a real nigga, I feel that

Down on your luck, down on your luck, down on your luck, down

Down on your luck, down on your luck, down, oh