Can't Interfere Wit My Money

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

I done robbed niggas, been robbed nigga

I done shot niggas, been shot at nigga

If you love your niggas you fire for your niggas

Call Waka my nigga, I die for my niggas

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 nigga 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 nigga, I can handle this

I got good aim, I don't panic quick

And I have a nigga funeral candle lit

Like Dunk say, you wanna rob nigga, well me and you probably on the same shit

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 nigga, can't interfere with my money

I'm a put change on your head nigga, can't interfere with my money

Heard you snitching to the feds nigga, 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 nigga, 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

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

See 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 fuck niggas ain't one-hundred

Got [?] on my handgun, so my nine hold 'bout two-hundred

Seen a YouTube, 'bout a nigga 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 niggas 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 nigga died with his pistol on him

Crime scene, taking pictures of him

Had a [?] funeral and a shower for him

When you see the nigga, lay a flower on him

[Hook]

[Verse 3: OG Boo Dirty]

Gangster as I wanna be, mobbing to the third degree

No nigga gon' fuck with me, I keep them shooters 'round me

And I don't really fuck with nigga, why the fuck 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 nigga

Million dollar strap nigga, brains in your lap nigga

O.G. of my city, check my status nigga

Shooting like John [?] nigga

My goons automatic nigga

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

[Hook]