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Intro

I walk in this bitch lookin' just like a bag of money,
I'll be speaking,
The girlies be screaming they feigning for me but really it just be my money.
Uh.
Pull up, I'll be dressing, y'all be stressing, cause you know that I'm the bomb armageddon,
Watch me, tell 'em.

See, I don't want your bitch, boy, she got mileage,
She choke more than the cinnamon challenge,
And oh, you never seen me round here,
Hello! Too much money to count it.

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,
Down on your luck, down on your luck, down…

(August Alsina)
I’m up in this bitch, I got money to pay, I’m stackin up crystal,
I look in her face and I pull 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 you know that I keep a few dolls around.

Girl keep poppin (keep poppin)
Keep poppin (keep poppin)
Don’t stop (don’t stop) til the money ain’t droppin.

Body dancin', 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 been...

(Hook)
Down on your luck, down on your luck, down on your luck, down,
Down on your luck, down on your luck, down.

Outro