Ante Up

Yeah, uh huh, you know who it is

Mike stud, homie. Yeah, uh huh

What up world, welcome to the major league

Style's sick, quick to make a hater sneeze

Baby girl, I'm just that official

You need a tall glass of me just to wet your whistle

Stay high, stay fly, I'm a frequent flyer

I got the belt, I'm the king, call me sire

Mike stud, but you can call my vinny chase,

I'm with the model chick

Pretty face, skinny waist

I dip her down, she needs CPR

Then she want a replay, like DVR

And I roll with the top dogs

We shut the party down, like cop cars

Next night I'm in the bar with some heavy hitters

And the girls on the balls like spaghetti dinners

I'm the kid with the glamour

Willy demon, I live for the camera

Stand up. what now. Hands up. Touchdown.

T-t-t-touchdown. yeah, everybody.

Put your mothafuckin' hands in the air

Now bounce, come on, bounce, come on

Bounce

Come on, bounce

Put your mothafuckin' hands in the air

Now bounce, come on, bounce, come on

Bounce

Bounce bounce, bitch

Fuck patience, I'm tired of waitin'

I'm speeding to the top

It's a violation

Green like gonna write the tickets

So close to the top spot that I can sniff it

You smell that, yeah me too

Catch me out in Maui with a brew on a ski do

What up girl, I know you like dat

Damn right come here, I know you like dat

Mike stud, the cook, I got the recipe

Sittin' on top of the bread like a sesame

And I got my enemies in the frenzy

Makin' memories while you're barely

Makin' ends meet

Nobody sick as me, run ya'll history

Go on, get a clue, I'm an unsolved mystery

And I do it on a day to day basis

They try to hate, but you can't erase greatness

Stand up. what now. Hands up. Touchdown.

T-t-t-touchdown. yeah, everybody.

Put your mothafuckin' hands in the air

Now bounce, come on, bounce,

Come on, bounce, come on, bounce

Put your mothafuckin' hands in the air

Now bounce, come on, bounce,

Come on bounce bounce bounce, bitch

Mike stud, homie