Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Interfere Wit My Money

[Featuring: OG Boo

1: Gucci Mane]
I done robbed niggas, been robbed
I done shot niggas, been shot at
If you love your niggas you for your niggas
Waka my nigga, I die for my niggas
Spent on this Rollie'
Told her four-five like the
[?] ho, come me
Big O.G. like Tookie
If you told her why like Pookie
Then I'm a have to kill a junky
Since Nino snitched at the end my nigga he cannot be my role
Big Meech, like John Gotti
I never told on nobody
Got tear drops, but
Blew your brains out your head to make you about it
I'm cancerous, on the
And I don't no nigga, I can handle this
I got good aim, I panic quick
And I have a funeral candle lit
Like Dunk say, you rob nigga, well me and you probably on the same shit
ain't a lick, and I don't know you
'For I your hand, I put a hole in it

[Hook: Mane]
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 my money
Heard you snitching to the feds nigga, they interfere 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 can't with my money
Say that you running up on me nigga, but it can't interfere with my
Fronted you some and you still ain't paid, but it can't with my money
Like I'm a bitch, I'm gon' let you play, but it can't with my money

2: Gucci Mane]
See the rap like the trap game, so you can't interfere with 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 ain't
Got [?] on my handgun, so my hold 'bout two-hundred
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 gunning
'For I talk to you I'm busting nuts, [?] crack your bone
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 died his pistol on him
scene, taking pictures 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 gon' fuck with me, I keep them shooters 'round me
And I don't really fuck with nigga, why the fuck they me?
My hand where that nine be, two through your eyelids
These rap niggas getting distorted, that's why I'm I'm a trap nigga
Million dollar strap nigga, brains in your lap
O.G. of my city, check my status
Shooting like [?] nigga
My automatic nigga
When it's time to ride out, my don't hide out
Choppers in the hideout, time to the iron out
We killing for them bands, bombing like Afghanistan
Pull up in a Hummer truck, spit fire out I'm drummer boy