Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Interfere Wit My Money

[Featuring: OG Boo

1: Gucci Mane]
I done niggas, been robbed nigga
I done shot niggas, shot at nigga
If you love your niggas you fire for your
Call Waka my nigga, I die for my
Spent seventy-five on Rollie'
her four-five like the police
[?] ho, show me
Big Gucci O.G. Tookie
If you told her why like Pookie
Then I'm a gonna to kill a junky
Since Nino snitched at the end my nigga he be my role model
Like Big Meech, like John
I never told on nobody
Got tear drops, but
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 good aim, I don't panic
And I a nigga funeral candle lit
Like Dunk say, you wanna rob nigga, well me and you on the same shit
This ain't a lick, and I don't you
'For I shake your hand, I put a in it

[Hook: Mane]
You ain't gonna bring me my bread nigga, can't with my money
I'm a put on your head nigga, can't interfere with my money
Heard you snitching to the nigga, they can't interfere with my money
I ain't got time to be playing with ya', can't interfere with my
Heard you 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 some and you ain't 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

[Verse 2: Mane]
See the rap game like the trap game, so you can't interfere with my
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 one-hundred
Got [?] on my handgun, so my hold 'bout two-hundred
Seen a YouTube, 'bout a nigga saying 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 your marrow
Let your brother be your [?], shoot you in your like [?]
All my niggas got pistols on 'em, all my guns got on 'em
[?] your rapper turned victim homie
And no witnesses to be on me
Say the nigga with his pistol on him
Crime scene, taking of him
Had a [?] funeral and a for him
When you see the nigga, lay a on him

[Verse 3: OG Boo
Gangster as I wanna be, mobbing to the degree
No nigga gon' fuck with me, I them shooters 'round me
And I don't really fuck with nigga, why the they trying me?
My hand where that nine be, two shots through your
These rap niggas distorted, that's why I'm glad I'm a trap nigga
Million strap nigga, brains in your lap nigga
O.G. of my city, check my status
like John [?] 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 bands, bombing like Afghanistan
Pull up in a truck, spit fire out like I'm drummer boy