Gucci Mane - Tell Me Nothing lyrics

(Intro) Everything is precious Make everything count How my n***a Scooter say Count up! Turn up! Stand up It’s East Atlanta’s finest n***a It’s Guwop, turn up Let’s go! Guwop yea yea yeaaaa Yea yea yea yea yeaaaaaa (Verse) Took my car to the babysitter cuz I drop my top off Got babies, no babysitter Hard n***a but I sell soft Gucci Mane, I’m in the booth right now and me and Young Scooter bout to go off sponsored links And I smell like yo girlfriend mouth I ain’t even washed my dick off Gucci Mane, I’m bout to life off It’s the real Gucci, no rip-offs Don’t get me mad, I get pissed off And I just might b**h slap yo boss You’re not Chris Cross, you’re not Rick Ross I’m a mob boss on my clique boss From the jailhouse to the penthouse From the movin house to the roomin house (Bridge) n***a can’t tell me nothing n***a can’t tell me nothing Check me out, you better check me out Because a n***a can’t tell me nothing b**hes can’t tell me nothing Broke b**h what you talkin bout? b**hes can’t tell me nothing b**h you don’t know who you talkin bout (Hook) Young Scooter & Gucci Mane, you can call me Goldmouth Smoking all evening, sippin lean on those amounts b**h callin me for no reason Wanna give me that slow mouth Been there for that party, Baby go and take them clothes off Take them clothes off, baby gonna take them clothes off Take them clothes off, baby gonna take them clothes off Take them clothes off, baby gonna take them clothes off I’ve been fienin for ya, baby gonna take them clothes off (Verse) Baby take yo clothes off, she s** me til I doze out Lambo with the doors off, b**h threw me her clothes all Bricks with me, I get em all Trappin house is trap I lost Fienin for that p**y, you know Scooter wanna break you out In my house I got a vault, I don’t need no bank no more All I want is free bands, you know I don’t need no hoes I could buy a n***a hoe Make her go home with no clothes OG kush, that’s my cologne By Julio, I’m going long Brick Squad n***a, they putting on Did a lot of plugs wrong Ran off and threw the phone Legal won’t see me no more Kitchen full of white girls and I know everybody want em Really in the dope game, this rap sh** is just promotin (Hook) Young Scooter & Gucci Mane, you can call me Goldmouth Smoking all evening, sippin lean on those amounts b**h callin me for no reason Wanna give me that slow mouth Been there for that party, Baby go and take them clothes off Take them clothes off, baby gonna take them clothes off Take them clothes off, baby gonna take them clothes off Take them clothes off, baby gonna take them clothes off I’ve been fienin for ya, baby gonna take them clothes off