Mike Stud - Ante Up lyrics

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 gla** 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 mothaf**in' hands in the air [x2] Now bounce, come on, bounce, come on Bounce Come on, bounce Put your mothaf**in' hands in the air [x2] Now bounce, come on, bounce, come on Bounce Bounce bounce, b**h f** 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 mothaf**in' hands in the air [x2] Now bounce, come on, bounce, Come on, bounce, come on, bounce Put your mothaf**in' hands in the air [x2] Now bounce, come on, bounce, Come on bounce bounce bounce, b**h Mike stud, homie