Down On Your Luck - Sage The Gemini, August Alsina

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