Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Interfere Wit My Money

[Featuring: OG Boo

1: Gucci Mane]
I done niggas, been robbed nigga
I shot niggas, been shot at nigga
If you love niggas you fire for your niggas
Call Waka my nigga, I die for my
Spent seventy-five on Rollie'
Told her four-five like the
[?] ho, show me
Big Gucci O.G. like
If you told her why just Pookie
Then I'm a gonna to kill a junky
Nino snitched at the end my nigga he cannot be my role model
Like Big Meech, like Gotti
I ain't told on nobody
Got drops, but nobody
your brains out your head to make you think about it
I'm cancerous, on the
And I don't no nigga, I can handle this
I got aim, I don't panic quick
And I have a nigga funeral lit
Dunk say, you wanna rob nigga, well me and you probably on the same shit
This ain't a lick, and I know you
'For I shake hand, I put a hole in it

Gucci Mane]
You ain't gonna bring me my bread nigga, can't interfere with my
I'm a put change on head nigga, can't interfere with my money
Heard you snitching to the feds nigga, they interfere with my money
I ain't got time to be with ya', can't interfere with my money
Heard you ain't got no money no more, but it interfere with my money
Say that you running up on me nigga, but it can't interfere my money
Fronted you some and you still paid, but it can't interfere with my money
Like I'm a bitch, I'm let you play, but it can't interfere with my money

2: Gucci Mane]
See the rap game like the trap game, so you can't interfere with my
Treat these rap niggas like little kids, when you do you get punished
I'm an M.C. but I'm from the street, these fuck niggas one-hundred
Got [?] on my handgun, so my nine hold two-hundred
Seen a YouTube, 'bout a nigga saying that he gon' do me run it
But the only thing he gon' do is start when I start gunning
'For I talk to you I'm nuts, [?] crack your bone marrow
Let brother be your [?], shoot you in your head like [?]
All my got pistols on 'em, all my guns got extensions on 'em
[?] favorite rapper turned victim homie
And no witnesses to be on me
Say the nigga died with his on him
Crime scene, taking of him
Had a [?] and a shower for him
you see the nigga, lay a flower on him

[Verse 3: OG Boo
as I wanna be, mobbing to the third degree
No nigga gon' with me, I keep them shooters 'round me
And I don't really with nigga, why the fuck they trying me?
My hand where that nine be, two shots through your
These rap niggas getting distorted, that's why I'm glad I'm a trap
dollar strap nigga, brains in your lap nigga
O.G. of my city, check my status
Shooting like [?] nigga
My goons automatic
When time to ride out, my niggas don't hide out
Choppers in the hideout, to break the iron out
We killing for them rubber bands, like Afghanistan
up in a Hummer truck, spit fire out like I'm drummer boy