Can't Interfere Wit My Money Lyrics - Trap God 2 - Gucci Mane

[Featuring: OG Boo Dirty] 

[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 

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[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]