Gucci Mane - Can't Interfere Wit My Money lyrics

(feat. OG Boo Dirty) [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I done robbed n***as, been robbed n***a I done shot n***as, been shot at n***a If you love your n***as you fire for your n***as Call Waka my n***a, I die for my n***as Spent seventy-five on this Rollie' Told her four-five like the police [?] ho, come show me Big Gucci O.G. like Tookie If you told her why just like Pookie Then I'm a gonna have to k** a junky Since Nino snitched at the end my n***a he cannot be my role model Like Big Meech, like John Gotti I ain't never told on nobody Got tear drops, but nobody Blew your brains out your head to make you think about it I'm cancerous, on the dangerous And I don't need no n***a, I can handle this I got good aim, I don't panic quick And I have a n***a funeral candle lit Like Dunk say, you wanna rob n***a, well me and you probably on the same sh** This ain't a lick, and I don't know you 'For I shake your hand, I put a hole in it [Hook: Gucci Mane] You ain't gonna bring me my bread n***a, can't interfere with my money I'm a put change on your head n***a, can't interfere with my money Heard you snitching to the feds n***a, they can't interfere with my money I ain't got time to be playing with ya', can't interfere with my money Heard you ain't got no money no more, but it can't interfere with my money Say that you running up on me n***a, but it can't interfere with my money Fronted you some and you still ain't paid, but it can't interfere with my money Like I'm a b**h, I'm gon' let you play, but it can't interfere with my money [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] See the rap game like the trap game, so you can't interfere with my money Treat these rap n***as like little kids, when you do wrong you get punished I'm an M.C. but I'm from the street, these f** n***as ain't one-hundred Got [?] on my handgun, so my nine hold 'bout two-hundred Seen a YouTube, 'bout a n***a saying that he gon' do me then run it But the only thing he gon' do is start running when I start gunning 'For I talk to you I'm busting nuts, [?] crack your bone marrow Let your brother be your [?], shoot you in your head like [?] All my n***as got pistols on 'em, all my guns got extensions on 'em [?] your favorite rapper turned victim homie And no witnesses to be snitching on me Say the n***a died with his pistol on him Crime scene, taking pictures of him Had a [?] funeral and a shower for him When you see the n***a, lay a flower on him [Hook] [Verse 3: OG Boo Dirty] Gangster as I wanna be, mobbing to the third degree No n***a gon' f** with me, I keep them shooters 'round me And I don't really f** with n***a, why the f** they trying me? My hand where that nine be, two shots through your eyelids These rap n***as getting distorted, that's why I'm glad I'm a trap n***a Million dollar strap n***a, brains in your lap n***a O.G. of my city, check my status n***a Shooting like John [?] n***a My goons automatic n***a When it's time to ride out, my n***as don't hide out Choppers in the hideout, time to break the iron out We k**ing for them rubber bands, bombing like Afghanistan Pull up in a Hummer truck, spit fire out like I'm drummer boy [Hook]