Beaster music Okay, young Jibbs The Beaster If the party start jumping And the beat start knocking And the cuties on the dance floor Out there popping Go gurl, go gurl, go gurl Go on get your money up 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 Coca 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 bu*ter 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 If the party start jumping And the beat start knocking And the cuties on the dance floor Out there popping Go gurl, go gurl, go gurl Go on get your money up If the party start jumping And the beat start knocking And the cuties on the dance floor Out there popping Go gurl, go gurl, go gurl Go on get your money up My flow's so contagious delivery so sick You might get Inamonia 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' b**h 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 gla**es 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 Ain't even in the sky, but ya boy meeting stars for a living If you wanna look fresh and you trynna go shopping Then ride by shorties for looking start stopping Go gurl, go gurl, go gurl Go on get your money up If the party start jumping And the beat start knocking And the cuties on the dance floor Out there popping Go gurl, go gurl, go gurl Go on get your money up