เนื้อเพลง Can't Interfere Wit My Money - Gucci Mane

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I done robbed n*ggas, been robbed n*gga
I done shot n*ggas, been shot at n*gga
If you love your n*ggas you fire for your n*ggas
Call Waka my n*gga, I die for my n*ggas
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 kill a junky
Since Nino snitched at the end my n*gga 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*gga, I can handle this
I got good aim, I don't panic quick
And I have a n*gga funeral candle lit
Like Dunk say, you wanna rob n*gga, well me and you probably on the same sh*t
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*gga, can't interfere with my money
I'm a put change on your head n*gga, can't interfere with my money
Heard you snitching to the feds n*gga, 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*gga, 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*tch, 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*ggas like little kids, when you do wrong you get punished
I'm an M.C. but I'm from the street, these f*ck n*ggas ain't one-hundred
Got [?] on my handgun, so my nine hold 'bout two-hundred
Seen a YouTube, 'bout a n*gga 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*ggas 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*gga 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*gga, lay a flower on him

[Hook]

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

[Hook]