new year freestyle

I'm taking the money Like pass the baton Then I run like I'm in track If you want it back You gotta fight like hulk I got so much money You would think it come in bulk I'm down with all the smoke Imma take yo girl cause she got cake I ain't gotta rob no mo I ain't gotta steal no mo I ain't gotta lie no mo Cause now I got dough I gotta break bread with my bro I gotta break bread with my boo You ain't slide from the start Who is you We still gotta slide on the opps It's still middle finger to the cops If you ain't slide On the opps From the start You cant got On my boat and depart I'm making 8 figures For rapping on beats I've made so much haters For making these songs I've made 7 figures For talking to fans You cant say much I'm Making these bands Why do people hate on me for I stay eating Wendy's Yea a 4 for 4 Just go up for The layup and score I don't even wanna rap no more When Money majors Magic mirrors I'm making Bill's of my appearance I'm up next for sure I don't even wanna ball no more I rap so much my throat get sore My bars to sick There ain't no cure A little money The girls come running I ain't even gotta do no talking Imma shoot my shot Call me Devin Booker Nobody get money like me I'm living they fantasy I know I'm living to fancy These other rappers don't like me Cause I can take they wifey