Down On Your Luck (feat. August Alsina)

Down On Your Luck --(feat. August Alsina)

I walk in this bitch lookin just like a bag of money

I be speakin and girlies be screaming they fiendin for me but really

it just be my money

Pull up, I be dressin, y'all be stressing,

cause you know that I'm the bomb Armageddon

watch me call

See I don't want your bitch boy she got mad lips

she choke more than the cinnamon challenge

and ooh you never see me round it

and oh too much money in the counter

They like ooh you know your stuff

baby that what's up

got a girl in Virginia that look better than all your spouses

They like ooh you know your stuff

baby that 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

I'm up in this bitch I got money to burn so she stackin her

tits and I look in her face, and I put it away

I ain't throwing this money round

she think she 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

your luck pants say you need that

I'm a real nigga I fiend that Japan

Down on your luck, down on your luck

down on your luck, down

Down on your luck, down on your luck, down

...........by OG...............