Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Interfere Wit My Money

[Featuring: OG Boo

[Verse 1: Gucci
I done robbed niggas, been 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 Rollie'
Told her like the police
[?] ho, come me
Big Gucci O.G. Tookie
If you told her why just like
I'm a gonna have to kill 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 tear drops, but
Blew brains out your head to make you think about it
I'm cancerous, on the
And I don't need no nigga, I can handle
I got good aim, I don't quick
And I have a nigga funeral 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
'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 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 no more, but it can't interfere with my money
Say that you running up on me nigga, but it interfere 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 interfere with my

[Verse 2: Gucci
See the rap game the trap 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 fuck ain't one-hundred
Got [?] on my handgun, so my nine hold two-hundred
Seen a YouTube, a nigga saying that he gon' do me then run it
But the only thing he gon' do is running when I start gunning
'For I to you I'm busting nuts, [?] crack your bone marrow
Let your brother be your [?], shoot you in your like [?]
All my got pistols on 'em, all my guns got extensions on 'em
[?] your favorite rapper turned homie
And no to be snitching on me
Say the nigga died with his on him
Crime scene, pictures of him
Had a [?] funeral and a 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 me, I keep them shooters 'round me
And I don't fuck with nigga, why the fuck they trying me?
My hand where that nine be, two shots through your
These rap niggas getting distorted, that's why I'm glad I'm a nigga
Million dollar strap nigga, brains in lap nigga
O.G. of my city, check my status
Shooting like John [?]
My automatic nigga
When it's time to out, my niggas don't hide out
Choppers in the hideout, to break the iron out
We killing for them bands, bombing like Afghanistan
Pull up in a Hummer truck, spit fire out I'm drummer boy