Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Interfere Wit My Money

[Featuring: OG Boo

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

[Hook: Gucci
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
Heard you to the feds nigga, they can't interfere with my money
I ain't got time to be playing with ya', interfere with my money
Heard you ain't got no no more, but it can't interfere with my money
Say that you running up on me nigga, but it can't with my money
you some and you still 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

2: Gucci Mane]
See the rap game like the game, so you can't interfere with my money
Treat these rap niggas like little kids, when you do wrong you get
I'm an M.C. but I'm from the street, these niggas ain't one-hundred
Got [?] on my handgun, so my hold 'bout two-hundred
Seen a YouTube, 'bout a nigga that he gon' do me then run it
But the only he gon' do is start running when I start gunning
'For I talk to you I'm busting nuts, [?] crack your bone
Let your be your [?], shoot you in your head like [?]
All my niggas got pistols on 'em, all my guns got on 'em
[?] your favorite rapper turned victim
And no to be snitching on me
Say the nigga died with his 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 fuck with me, I keep them shooters 'round me
And I don't really with nigga, why the fuck they trying me?
My where that nine be, two shots through your eyelids
These rap niggas getting distorted, that's why I'm glad I'm a nigga
dollar strap nigga, brains in your lap nigga
O.G. of my city, check my nigga
Shooting like [?] nigga
My goons nigga
When it's time to ride out, my don't hide out
Choppers in the hideout, time to break the out
We killing for them rubber bands, bombing like
Pull up in a Hummer truck, spit fire out I'm drummer boy