Why do they hate me
Must be all this money that i'm making
Why do they hate me
Must be all this money that i'm counting
I know you know I got it
I know you know I got it
I know you know I got it
I got it
Break the bank
Nothing less couple racks for a feature
Coming straight from the West
I'm in LA for the day picked up your bitch
She let me hit Tomorrow I don't know that bitch
I'm on the cover wearing gold on that XXL
Summer jam in New York City
Getting paid like Odell dropping bombs like funk flex
I feel like 50
Got my bullet proof vest
I feel like 50
Ten Twenty's Fifty's
Got it on my hippy making money on the road
Like I was a hippie welcome to my city
I know it can get chilly
Welcome to my city
I know it can get chilly
More Money, More Money, More Money
Ortegagotgame - More Money Freestyle (feat. RossiRock) Lyrics
Ortegagotgame - More Money Freestyle (feat. RossiRock) Lyrics
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Why do they hate me
Must be all this money that i'm making
Why do they hate me
Must be all this money that i'm counting
I know you know I got it
I know you know I got it
I know you know I got it
I got it
Break the bank
Nothing less couple racks for a feature
Coming straight from the West
I'm in LA for the day picked up your bitch
She let me hit Tomorrow I don't know that bitch
I'm on the cover wearing gold on that XXL
Summer jam in New York City
Getting paid like Odell dropping bombs like funk flex
I feel like 50
Got my bullet proof vest
I feel like 50
Ten Twenty's Fifty's
Got it on my hippy making money on the road
Like I was a hippie welcome to my city
I know it can get chilly
Welcome to my city
I know it can get chilly
More Money, More Money, More Money
Must be all this money that i'm making
Why do they hate me
Must be all this money that i'm counting
I know you know I got it
I know you know I got it
I know you know I got it
I got it
Break the bank
Nothing less couple racks for a feature
Coming straight from the West
I'm in LA for the day picked up your bitch
She let me hit Tomorrow I don't know that bitch
I'm on the cover wearing gold on that XXL
Summer jam in New York City
Getting paid like Odell dropping bombs like funk flex
I feel like 50
Got my bullet proof vest
I feel like 50
Ten Twenty's Fifty's
Got it on my hippy making money on the road
Like I was a hippie welcome to my city
I know it can get chilly
Welcome to my city
I know it can get chilly
More Money, More Money, More Money
Writer: Martin Ortega
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