Testi Soundtracks :: B

Verse1: The way ya boy flip, makes you say the game over

Sales ice cold, make music called cola

And I ain’t even did commercials for coke a cola

Start biting on the shock, watch what tough sold her

G, and they wonder why J.I. bragging

I done spit so much fire they should call me dragon

But not like sisqo

Plus I got butter like crisqo

So I copped the iced out crystal

Man they say my mouth piece is lethal

So if you want to battle then my words will eat you

Just put your back out, should’ve knew I’ll beast you

And I am my own writer, I don’t use dead people



Chorus: If the party start jumping

And the beat start knocking

Cuties on the dance floor

Out there popping

Go girl, go girl, go girl

Go on get your money up



Verse2: My flow’s so contagious delivery so sick,

You might get lnamonia just from hearing me spit

So don’t make threats talking what ya ain’t did

Cause all wolf tickets is doing is make ya lil’ bitch

I;m looking for a mill, so I couldn’t be a cactus

Cause being dropped ain’t apart of my status,

Living off what I might not be the baddest

But I’d rather freeze ice then put it in my glasses

They askin what, what type of cars getting driven

Pull so many strings they think I play guitars for a living

Metaphors is the bars I am fitting



I ain’t even in the sky, but ya boy meeting stars for a living



Bridge: If you wanna look fresh and you tryna go shopping

If you ride by shorties start looking start stopping,

Go girl, go girl, go girl

Go on get your money up



Chorus: If the party start jumping

And the beat start knocking

Cuties on the dance floor

Out there popping

Go girl, go girl, go girl

Go on get your money up