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, y'all be stressing

'Cause you know that I'm the bomb, Armageddon

Watch me, girl!

See, I don't want your bitch, boy, she got mileage

She choke more than a cinnamon challenge

And oh you never see me 'round here

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 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 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 bangin' but yo face trash

I'm *** up and I got cash

Your luck passed and you need that

I'm a real nigga, I see that Down on your luck, down on your luck, down on your luck, down

Down on your luck, down on your luck, down, oh