Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Interfere Wit My Money

[Featuring: OG Boo

[Verse 1: Gucci
I done robbed niggas, been nigga
I done niggas, been shot at nigga
If you love your niggas you fire for your
Waka my nigga, I die for my niggas
Spent on this Rollie'
her four-five like the police
[?] ho, show me
Big O.G. like Tookie
If you told her why just Pookie
Then I'm a gonna have to kill a
Since Nino snitched at the end my nigga he be my role model
Like Big Meech, John Gotti
I ain't told on nobody
Got drops, but nobody
Blew brains out your head to make you think about it
I'm cancerous, on the
And I don't need no nigga, I can handle
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 same
This ain't a lick, and I know you
'For I shake your hand, I put a in it

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

[Verse 2: Gucci
See the rap game like the trap game, so you can't interfere with my
Treat these rap niggas like kids, when you do wrong you get punished
I'm an M.C. but I'm from the street, these fuck ain't one-hundred
Got [?] on my handgun, so my nine 'bout two-hundred
Seen a YouTube, a nigga saying that he gon' do me then run it
But the thing he gon' do is start running when I start gunning
'For I talk to you I'm busting nuts, [?] crack bone marrow
Let your brother be [?], shoot you in your head like [?]
All my niggas got pistols on 'em, all my got extensions on 'em
[?] your favorite rapper turned homie
And no to be snitching on me
Say the nigga with his pistol on him
scene, taking pictures of him
Had a [?] funeral and a for him
When you see the nigga, lay a 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 really fuck with nigga, why the fuck they trying me?
My hand where that nine be, two through your eyelids
rap niggas getting distorted, that's why I'm glad I'm a trap nigga
Million dollar strap nigga, brains in your lap
O.G. of my city, check my nigga
Shooting like [?] nigga
My automatic nigga
When time to ride out, my niggas don't hide out
Choppers in the hideout, time to the iron out
We killing for them rubber bands, bombing Afghanistan
Pull up in a Hummer truck, spit out like I'm drummer boy