Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Interfere Wit My Money

[Featuring: OG Boo

[Verse 1: Gucci
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 on this Rollie'
her four-five like the police
[?] ho, show me
Big Gucci O.G. Tookie
If you told her why like Pookie
Then I'm a gonna have to a junky
Since Nino snitched at the end my nigga he be my role model
Like Big Meech, John Gotti
I ain't told on nobody
Got tear drops, but
Blew your brains out your head to make you think 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 rob nigga, well me and you probably on the same shit
This ain't a lick, and I don't you
'For I shake your hand, I put a in it

[Hook: Mane]
You gonna 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 feds nigga, they can't interfere my money
I ain't got time to be playing with ya', can't interfere my money
you ain't got no money no more, but it can't interfere with my money
Say that you up on me nigga, but it can't interfere with my money
Fronted you some and you still paid, but it can't interfere with my money
Like I'm a bitch, I'm gon' let you play, but it interfere with my money

[Verse 2: Gucci
See the rap game like the trap game, so you can't 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 niggas ain't one-hundred
Got [?] on my handgun, so my nine '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 when I start gunning
'For I to you I'm busting nuts, [?] crack your bone marrow
Let your brother be your [?], shoot you in head like [?]
All my got pistols on 'em, all my guns got extensions on 'em
[?] your rapper turned victim homie
And no witnesses to be on me
Say the nigga died his pistol on him
Crime scene, 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 gon' fuck with 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 I'm a trap nigga
dollar strap nigga, brains in your lap nigga
O.G. of my city, check my status
Shooting John [?] nigga
My automatic nigga
When time to ride out, my niggas don't hide out
in the hideout, time to break the iron out
We killing for them bands, bombing like Afghanistan
Pull up in a Hummer truck, fire out like I'm drummer boy