Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Interfere Wit My Money

[Featuring: OG Boo

[Verse 1: Mane]
I robbed niggas, been robbed nigga
I done shot niggas, shot at nigga
If you love niggas you fire for your niggas
Call Waka my nigga, I die for my
seventy-five on this Rollie'
Told her four-five the police
[?] ho, show me
Big O.G. like Tookie
If you told her why just Pookie
Then I'm a have to kill a junky
Since 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
Blew your brains out your head to you think about it
I'm cancerous, on the
And I don't need no nigga, I can handle
I got good aim, I don't quick
And I a nigga funeral candle lit
Like Dunk say, you wanna rob nigga, well me and you probably on the same
This ain't a lick, and I don't you
'For I shake hand, I put a hole in it

[Hook: Gucci
You ain't gonna me my bread nigga, can't interfere with my money
I'm a put change on head nigga, can't interfere with my money
Heard you snitching to the feds nigga, they can't 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 interfere with my money
Say that you up on me nigga, but it can't interfere with my money
Fronted you some and you still ain't paid, but it 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 my money
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 niggas one-hundred
Got [?] on my handgun, so my nine hold 'bout
a YouTube, 'bout a nigga saying that he gon' 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 your be your [?], shoot you in your head like [?]
All my got pistols on 'em, all my guns got extensions on 'em
[?] your rapper turned victim homie
And no to be snitching on me
Say the nigga died his pistol on him
Crime scene, pictures of him
Had a [?] and a shower 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' fuck with me, I keep shooters 'round me
And I don't really fuck nigga, why the fuck they trying me?
My hand where nine be, two shots through your eyelids
These rap niggas getting distorted, that's why I'm glad I'm a nigga
Million dollar strap nigga, brains in lap nigga
O.G. of my city, check my status
Shooting John [?] nigga
My goons automatic
it's time to ride out, my niggas don't hide out
Choppers in the hideout, to break the iron out
We killing for rubber bands, bombing like Afghanistan
Pull up in a Hummer truck, spit out like I'm drummer boy