Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Interfere Wit My Money

[Featuring: OG Boo

[Verse 1: Gucci
I robbed niggas, been robbed nigga
I done shot niggas, been shot at
If you love your niggas you fire for your
Call my nigga, I die for my niggas
seventy-five on this Rollie'
Told her four-five like the
[?] ho, show me
Big O.G. like Tookie
If you told her why just Pookie
I'm a gonna have to kill a junky
Since Nino at the end my nigga he cannot be my role model
Big Meech, like John Gotti
I ain't told on nobody
Got tear drops, but
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 handle
I got good aim, I don't panic
And I have a funeral 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 your hand, I put a in it

[Hook: Gucci
You gonna 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
Heard you snitching to the feds nigga, they interfere with my money
I ain't got time to be with ya', can't interfere with my money
Heard you ain't got no money no more, but it can't interfere 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 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 trap game, so you interfere with my money
Treat these rap niggas little kids, when you do wrong you get punished
I'm an M.C. but I'm the street, these fuck niggas ain't one-hundred
Got [?] on my handgun, so my nine hold two-hundred
Seen a YouTube, a nigga saying that he gon' do me then run it
But the only thing he gon' do is start when I start gunning
I talk to you I'm busting nuts, [?] crack your 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 rapper turned homie
And no witnesses to be on me
Say the nigga with his pistol on him
Crime scene, taking of him
Had a [?] and a shower for him
When you see the nigga, lay a on him

[Verse 3: OG Boo
Gangster as I wanna be, 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 that be, two shots through your eyelids
These rap niggas getting distorted, that's why I'm glad I'm a nigga
Million dollar nigga, brains in your lap nigga
O.G. of my city, check my nigga
Shooting like John [?]
My goons nigga
When time to ride out, my niggas don't hide out
Choppers in the hideout, time to break the out
We killing for them bands, bombing like Afghanistan
Pull up in a Hummer truck, spit fire out I'm drummer boy