Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Interfere Wit My Money

[Featuring: OG Boo

[Verse 1: Gucci
I done robbed niggas, been robbed
I done shot niggas, been shot at
If you love your niggas you for your niggas
Waka my nigga, I die for my niggas
Spent on this Rollie'
Told her four-five like the
[?] ho, come me
Big Gucci O.G. like
If you told her why just Pookie
Then I'm a gonna to kill a junky
Since Nino at the end my nigga he cannot be my role model
Like Big Meech, John Gotti
I never told on nobody
Got tear drops, but
Blew your brains out your head to make you about it
I'm cancerous, on the
And I don't need no nigga, I can this
I got good aim, I don't panic
And I have a nigga candle lit
Dunk say, you wanna rob nigga, well me and you probably on the same shit
This a lick, and I don't know you
'For I shake hand, I put a hole in it

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

2: Gucci Mane]
See the rap like the trap game, so you can't interfere with my money
these rap niggas like little kids, when you do wrong you get punished
I'm an M.C. but I'm from the street, these fuck niggas ain't
Got [?] on my handgun, so my nine 'bout two-hundred
Seen a YouTube, 'bout a nigga saying that he do me then run it
But the only thing he gon' do is start running when I start
'For I talk to you I'm busting nuts, [?] crack 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
[?] your favorite turned victim homie
And no witnesses to be on me
Say the nigga died his pistol on him
scene, taking pictures 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 gon' fuck with me, I keep them shooters 'round me
And I don't really fuck with nigga, why the fuck trying me?
My hand where that be, two shots through your eyelids
These rap getting distorted, that's why I'm glad I'm a trap nigga
Million dollar nigga, brains in your lap nigga
O.G. of my city, check my status
Shooting John [?] nigga
My goons nigga
When it's time to ride out, my niggas hide out
Choppers in the hideout, time to the iron out
We killing for them rubber bands, like Afghanistan
Pull up in a Hummer truck, spit out like I'm drummer boy