Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Interfere Wit My Money

[Featuring: OG Boo

[Verse 1: Gucci
I done robbed niggas, been nigga
I done shot niggas, been at nigga
If you love your niggas you fire for your
Call my nigga, I die for my niggas
Spent seventy-five on this
Told her like the police
[?] ho, come me
Big O.G. like Tookie
If you her why just like Pookie
Then I'm a gonna have to kill a
Nino snitched at the end my nigga he cannot be my role model
Like Big Meech, like John
I never told on nobody
Got drops, but nobody
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 panic quick
And I have a nigga funeral 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 hand, I put a hole in it

Gucci Mane]
You ain't gonna bring me my 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 can't 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 with my money
Say you running 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 gon' let you play, but it can't interfere my money

[Verse 2: Gucci
See the rap game 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 ain't one-hundred
Got [?] on my handgun, so my nine hold two-hundred
Seen a YouTube, 'bout a nigga that he gon' do me then run it
But the only thing he gon' do is start running 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 got pistols on 'em, all my guns got extensions on 'em
[?] your favorite rapper victim homie
And no witnesses to be on me
Say the nigga with his pistol on him
Crime scene, pictures of him
Had a [?] funeral and a for him
you see the nigga, lay a flower on him

[Verse 3: OG Boo
Gangster as I wanna be, mobbing to the degree
No nigga gon' fuck with me, I keep them 'round me
And I don't really fuck with nigga, why the fuck they me?
My hand where that nine be, two shots your eyelids
These rap niggas getting distorted, why I'm glad I'm a trap nigga
Million dollar strap nigga, in your lap nigga
O.G. of my city, check my nigga
Shooting John [?] nigga
My goons automatic
When it's time to out, my niggas don't hide out
Choppers in the hideout, time to break the out
We killing for them rubber bands, bombing Afghanistan
Pull up in a Hummer truck, spit fire out like I'm boy