Correction Paroles Can't Interfere Wit My Money par Gucci Mane

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(Intro)
I can’t see it if it don’t look like no dollar sign
I’m real stiff on niggas
DJ Spinz, DJ Scream, Gucci Mane
Ain’t nobody f*ckin with this money

(Verse: Gucci Mane)
I done robbed nigga, been robbed nigga
I done shot nigga, been shot at nigga
If you love yo nigga, shoot far fo yo nigga
Cuz walk on my nigga, I die a hood nigga
Put 75 on this Rollie, tow the 4-5 like the police
If I’m a ho come show me
Big Gucci OG like 2 key
It’s turn the watch in like Pooky
Then I’mma gonna have to kill a junkie
Since it ain’t no snitch to the air my nigga
He cannot be my role model
Lil big Meansy, like John Gudda
I ain’t never told on nobody
Shot til drops but no body
Believe rain such a hit and make you think about it
I’m cancerous, I’m 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 front row candle lit
Like don’t say you wanna rob nigga
With me, you probably on the same shit
This ain’t a lick and I don’t know ya
Fore I shake yo hand I put a hole in ya

(Hook: Gucci Mane)
You ain’t gon bring up my bread nigga?
Can’t interfere with my money
I’mma put a charge in yo head
Can’t interfere with my money
Heard you snitchin to the feds, nigga
But it can’t interfere with my money
I ain’t got time to be playin wit ya
Cuz it can’t interfere with my money
Heard you ain’t got no money no mo
But it can’t interfere with my money
Say that you runnin 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 on my bitch I’m gonna let you play
But it can’t interfere with my money

(Verse: Gucci Mane)
Scoo up game like the trap game so you can’t interfere with my money
See these rap niggas like lil kids, when you do wrong you get punished
I’m a emcee but don’t front street, these f*ck niggas ain’t 100
Got market list on my hadguns so my knife whole bout 200
Seen the Youtube bout a nigga said that he gonna do me damn runnin
But the only thing he gonna do is start runnin when I start gunnin
Fore I talk to ya I’m bustin at ya
Really rush upon you, crack your bone marrow
Less your brother be a polar bear
Shoot you in the head like cousin Harold
All my niggas got pistols on em, all my guns got the snitches on em
Take fair rubber to a victim homey
And no witnesses to be snitchin on me
Said that nigga died with that pistol on him
Choir sing, taking pictures on him
Had a wake, funeral and a shower for him
When you see a nigga lay a flower on him

(Verse: OG Boo Dirty)
On them gangstas I wanna be, mobbing to the 3rd degree
No nigga gon f*ck with me, I keep them shooters round me
And I don’t really f*ck with niggas
So why the f*ck they tryin me?
My hand where your 9 be, 2 shots through your alley
You rat niggas getting this through this line, glad I’m a trap nigga
Million strap nigga, brains in yo lap nigga
OG of my city, check my status nigga
Shootin like John Paxton nigga, my goons automatic nigga
When it’s time to ride out, my niggas don’t hide out
Choppas in the hideout
Time to break the iron out
We killin for them rubber bands
Amen like Afghanistan
Pull up in the Hummer truck
Then fat out like I’m Drumma Boy

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