Down On Your Luck lyrics

by

E-40


[Verse 1: Sage The Gemini]
I walk in this b*tch 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, y'all be stressing
'Cause you know that I'm the bomb, armageddon
Watch me, girl
See, I don't want your b*tch, boy, she got mileage
She choke more than a cinnamon challenge
And ooh, you never see me round it
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 y'all sl*ts
They like, "Ooh, you know your stuff, baby", that's what's up
Got a girl in Virginia that look better than all y'all sl*ts

[Chorus: August Alsina]
Down on your luck, down on your luck, down on your luck, down
Down on your luck, down on your luck, down, oh

[Verse 2: August Alsina]
I'm up this b*tch, I got money to burn so she stacking her tits
'Til 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 b*tches bad
Some of them quarters but know that I keep a few dimes around
Girl, keep popping, keep popping
Don't stop 'til the money, ain't dropping
Body bad but don't face trance, I'm f*cked up and I got cash
You're luck pants say you need that, I'm a real n*gga, I feel that
[Chorus: August Alsina]
Down on your luck, down on your luck, down on your luck, down
Down on your luck, down on your luck, down, oh
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