Album: Remember Me (2014)

Down On Your Luck

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.