hotmeal-making money

#lyrics #hotmeal Uhn uhn Uhn uhn Yeah Tori mo fine Mo nice Mo bad Mo de fresh Standing on something rare The niqqa call it cash Steady on the road Motor mi ole crash She putting on bikini And she laying on my bed Won ni mo n ma form Ejo kini moni gan Na spoil i spoil niqqa But i never carry gun You hating on the young While you loving on the old No feeling it is gone Eyan gidi e don go Mo hustle mo strive, to get to the top Dem pressure me dem push me But still mi o phor Mi o jabo lati orun wa Shebi iya kan lobi mi It is compulsory i make Nobe it is what it is The world no revolve around anyone at all If you deh wait for love bitch, make you pull up make you talk See as you dey do na No go dey fuck up Oya je kin ja e tan i no wan dey love Remember the day i saw you On the road side Toh sexy, toh fine Then you hop in on a ride I was counting on my God say Make e make me shine Oju rere ni mo n wa Make i get my own ride Make i dey pick call Kin ma sor thank God Ki awon area boys Make dem hail me lord Kor pemi eleniyan Kin ma rin bi oba Be Doing what i want You sabi that lifestlye Yeba We making money. Owo plenty Emi emi hotmeal your main guy