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Gucci Mane - Cant Interfere Wit My Money Ft Og Boo Dirty Lyrics

Can’t Interfere Wit My Money
I done robbed niggas, been robbed ni***
I done shot niggas, been shot at ni***
If you love your niggas you fire for your niggas
Cause Waka my ni***, I'd die for my ni***
Spent seventy-five on this Rollie'
Tote a .45 like the police
If I'm a ho, come show me
Big Gucci O.G. like Tookie
If you told her why just like Pookie
Then I'mma gonna have to kill a junky
Since Nino snitched at the end my ni*** 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, I'm the dangerous
And I don't need no ni***, I can handle this
I got good aim, I don't panic quick
And I have a ni*** funeral candle lit
Like Dunk say, you wanna rob ni***, well me and you probably on the same shit
This ain't a lick, and I don't know you
'Fore I shake your hand, I put a hole in it
You ain't gonna bring me my bread ni***
Can't interfere with my money
I'mma put change on your head ni***
Can't interfere with my money
Heard you snitching to the feds ni***
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 ni***
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 bitch, I'm gon' let you play
But it can't interfere with my money
Treat the rap game like the trap game, so you can't interfere with my money
Treat 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 f*** niggas ain't one-hundred
Got monkey nuts on my handgun, so my nine hold 'bout two-hundred
Seen a YouTube, 'bout a ni*** saying that he gon' do me then run it
But the only thing he gon' do is start running when I start gunning
'Fore I'm talking to you, I'm busting at you, this Russian prolly crack your bone marrow
Let your brother be your pallbearer, shoot you in your head like cousin Harold
All my niggas got pistols on 'em, all my guns got extensions on 'em
Turned your favorite rapper to a victim, homie
And no witnesses to be snitching on me
Say the ni*** died with his pistol on him
Crime scene, taking pictures of him
Had a wake funeral and a shower for him
When you see the ni***, lay a flower on him
Gangster as I wanna be, mobbing to the third degree
No ni*** gon' f*** with me, I keep them shooters 'round me
And I don't really f*** with ni***, why the f*** they trying me?
My hand where that nine be, two shots through your eyelids
These rap niggas getting distorted, that's why I'm glad I'm a trap ni***
Million dollar strap ni***, brains in your lap ni***
O.G. of my city, check my status ni***
Shooting like John Paxson ni***
My goons automatic ni***
When it's time to ride out, my niggas 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
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