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, I’ll be stressing
Cause you know that I’m the bomb, armageddon
Watch me, girl!
See, I don’t your bitch, boy, she got my bitch
She choke more than a cinnamon challenge
And all you girls see me rounded
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
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? but know that I keep a few dimes around
Girl, keep popping, keep popping
Don’t stop till the money, ain’t dropping
Body? but don’t face trance
I’m fucked up in that…
You’re… so you need that
I’m a real nigga, so I feel that
Down on your luck, down on your luck, down
Down on your luck, down on your luck, down, oh