(Ft. August Alsina)
I walk in this bitch lookin just like a bag of money
I be speakin and girlies be screamin they friendly for me but really it just be my money
Uh
Pull up, I be dressed and yall be stressin
Cus you know that I’m the bomb
I got it, watch me jump
See I don’t want yo bitch, boy she got my lips
She choke more than a sinner, man jiving
And oh, you never seen me round here
Hello! Too much money to carry
They like ooh you know your stuff
Baby yea what’s up?
Got a girl in Virginia that look better than all your spouses
They like ooh you know your stuff
Baby yea what’s up?
Got a girl in Virginia that look better than all your spouses
(Hook)
Down on your luck, down on your luck, down on your luck
Down on your luck, down on your luck, down…
I’m up in this bitch, I got money to pay just I’m stackin up crystal
I look in her face and I put it away, I ain’t throwin this money round
She think she so bad, she don’t know I had plenty bitches bad
Some of them gone but know that I keep a few back around
Girl keep poppin (keep poppin)
Keep poppin (keep poppin)
Don’t stop (don’t stop) til the money ain’t droppin
Woke up with yo face changed, I’m fucked up and I got cash
Yo luck passed and you need that
I’m a real nigga, I see that you do
(Hook)
Down on your luck, down on your luck, down on your luck
Down on your luck, down on your luck, down…
