Down On Your Luck Lyrics

I'm walking this bitch just like a bag of money

Always speaking, the girls be screaming they fening 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

Watch me, girl!

See, I don't want your bitch, boy, she got my bitch

She choke more than the 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, oh

I open this bitch, I open this bitch,

I count money to... stuck in 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 cry

Some of them quitter, but I keep a few times around.

Girl, keep popping, keep popping

Don't stop till the money, ain't dropping!

Baby girl, but don't face trance,

I'm f..cked 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, oh