Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Interfere Wit My Money

[Featuring: OG Boo

[Verse 1: Mane]
I done robbed niggas, robbed nigga
I done niggas, been shot at nigga
If you your niggas you fire for your niggas
Waka my nigga, I die for my niggas
Spent seventy-five on this
Told her four-five like the
[?] ho, come me
Big Gucci O.G. Tookie
If you told her why just Pookie
I'm a gonna have to kill a junky
Since Nino snitched at the end my nigga he cannot be my role
Like Big Meech, like John
I ain't never on nobody
Got tear drops, but
Blew your brains out your to make you think about it
I'm cancerous, on the
And I need no nigga, I can handle this
I got good aim, I panic quick
And I have a funeral candle lit
Like Dunk say, you wanna rob nigga, me and you probably on the same shit
This ain't a lick, and I know you
I shake your 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 on your head nigga, can't interfere with my money
Heard you snitching to the nigga, they can't 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 you running up on me nigga, but it can't interfere with my money
Fronted you some and you still ain't paid, but it can't interfere my money
Like I'm a bitch, I'm gon' let you play, but it can't interfere with my

2: Gucci Mane]
See the rap like the trap game, so you can't interfere with my money
Treat rap niggas like little kids, when you do wrong you get punished
I'm an M.C. but I'm from the street, fuck niggas ain't one-hundred
Got [?] on my handgun, so my nine 'bout two-hundred
Seen a YouTube, 'bout a saying that he gon' do me then run it
But the only thing he gon' do is running when I start gunning
'For I talk to you I'm busting nuts, [?] crack bone marrow
Let your be your [?], shoot you in your head like [?]
All my niggas got pistols on 'em, all my got extensions on 'em
[?] your favorite turned victim homie
And no witnesses to be on me
Say the died 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 be, mobbing to the third degree
No nigga gon' fuck with me, I keep them 'round me
And I don't really fuck with nigga, why the they trying me?
My hand where nine be, two shots through your eyelids
rap niggas getting distorted, that's why I'm glad I'm a trap nigga
Million dollar strap nigga, brains in lap nigga
O.G. of my city, my status nigga
Shooting like John [?]
My automatic nigga
When it's to ride 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 I'm drummer boy