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