Song Lyrics

I'm walking this bitch just like a bag of money
Always speaking, the girls be screaming they fening 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
Watch me, girl
See, I don't want your bitch, boy, she got my bitch
She choke more than the 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, oh

I open this bitch, I open this bitch,
I count money to, stuck in 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 cry
Some of them quitter, but I keep a few times around.
Girl, keep popping, keep popping
Don't stop till the money, ain't dropping!
Baby girl, 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, oh

Dominic Wynn Woods, Darius Gabriel Logan, Dominique Daniel Logan, August Anthony Alsina, Ralph Jeanty, Sean Mcmillion

The duration of Down On Your Luck is 2:16 minutes and seconds.