Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Interfere Wit My Money

[Featuring: OG Boo

1: Gucci Mane]
I done robbed niggas, robbed nigga
I done shot niggas, been shot at
If you love your niggas you for your niggas
Call Waka my nigga, I die for my
seventy-five on this Rollie'
Told her four-five like the
[?] ho, come me
Big O.G. like Tookie
If you her why just like 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 John
I never told on nobody
Got drops, but nobody
Blew your brains out your head to make you think it
I'm cancerous, on the
And I don't need no nigga, I can this
I got good aim, I panic quick
And I have a nigga funeral lit
Like Dunk say, you wanna rob nigga, well me and you probably on the shit
This a lick, and I don't know you
'For I your hand, I put a hole in it

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

[Verse 2: Mane]
See the rap game like the game, so you can't interfere with my money
Treat these rap 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 hold two-hundred
Seen a YouTube, 'bout a saying that he gon' do me then run it
But the only thing he gon' do is start running when I gunning
I talk to you I'm busting nuts, [?] crack your bone marrow
Let your brother be your [?], you in your head like [?]
All my got pistols on 'em, all my guns got extensions on 'em
[?] your favorite rapper victim homie
And no witnesses to be on me
Say the nigga with his pistol on him
Crime scene, 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 nigga gon' fuck me, I keep them shooters 'round me
And I don't really fuck with nigga, why the they trying me?
My hand where that be, two shots through your eyelids
These rap niggas getting distorted, that's why I'm glad I'm a trap
Million strap nigga, brains in your lap nigga
O.G. of my city, check my nigga
Shooting like [?] nigga
My automatic nigga
When it's time to ride out, my niggas don't out
Choppers in the hideout, time to the iron out
We killing for rubber bands, bombing like Afghanistan
Pull up in a Hummer truck, spit fire out I'm drummer boy