Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Interfere Wit My Money

[Featuring: OG Boo

1: Gucci Mane]
I done robbed niggas, been nigga
I done shot niggas, been at nigga
If you love your niggas you for your niggas
Call Waka my nigga, I die for my
Spent seventy-five on this
her four-five like the police
[?] ho, show me
Big Gucci O.G. like
If you told her why like Pookie
Then I'm a gonna have to a junky
Since Nino at the end my nigga he cannot be my role model
Like Big Meech, John Gotti
I ain't told on nobody
Got drops, but nobody
Blew your brains out your head to make you about it
I'm cancerous, on the
And I need no nigga, I can handle this
I got good aim, I don't panic
And I a nigga funeral candle lit
Like Dunk say, you 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: Mane]
You ain't bring me my bread nigga, can't interfere with my money
I'm a put change on your head nigga, interfere with my money
Heard you to the feds nigga, they can't interfere with my money
I ain't got time to be playing with ya', can't interfere with my
you ain't got no money 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
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 game like the game, so you can't interfere with my money
these rap niggas like little 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
a YouTube, 'bout a nigga saying that he gon' do me then run it
But the only thing he do is start running when I start gunning
'For I talk to you I'm busting nuts, [?] 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
[?] favorite rapper turned victim homie
And no to be snitching on me
Say the nigga died with his on him
scene, taking pictures of him
Had a [?] and a shower for him
you see the nigga, lay a flower on him

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