[Intro: Gucci Mane & Young Scooter]
Everyday is precious
Make everyday count
Its Wop
Like 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 yeaaaaaaa
Count Up
Yea yea yea yea yeaaaaaaaa

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Took my car to the babysitter cuz I had to 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
And I smell like yo girlfriend mouth
I ain't even washed my dick off
Gucci Mane, I'm bouta lift off
It's the real Gucci, no rip-off
Don't get me mad, I get pissed off
And I just might bitch slap yo boss
I criss cross, not Rick Ross
I'm a mob boss of my clique boss
From the jailhouse to the penthouse
From the movin house to the roomin house
[Bridge: Gucci Mane]
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
Bitches can't tell me nothing
Broke bitch what you talkin bout?
Bitches can't tell me nothing
Bitch you don't know who you talkin bout

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Young Scooter & Gucci Mane, you can call me Goldmouth
Smoking all evening, sippin lean im dozing off
Bitch 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 2: Young Scooter]
Baby take yo clothes off, she suck me til I doze out
Lambo with the doors off, bitch threw me her clothes all
Bricks with me, I get em all
Trappin house is trap I lost
Fienin for that pussy, you know Scooter wanna break you off
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 ho
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
Migo won't see me no more
Kitchen full of white girls and I know everybody want em
Really in the dope game, this rap shit is just promotin'
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Young Scooter & Gucci Mane, you can call me Goldmouth
Smoking all evening, sippin lean im dozing off
Bitch 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