Ante Up
(专辑: A Toast To Tommy - 2012)
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 mothafucking hands in the
air [x2] Now bounce, come on, bounce, come on Bounce Come on, bounce Put your mothafucking hands in the
air [x2] Now bounce, come on, bounce, come on Bounce Bounce bounce, bitch Fuck patience, I'm tired of waiting 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 Sitting on top of the
bread like a
sesame And I
got my enemies in the
frenzy Making memories while you're barely Making 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 mothafucking hands in the
air [x2] Now bounce, come on, bounce, Come on, bounce, come on, bounce Put your mothafucking hands in the
air [x2] Now bounce, come on, bounce, Come on bounce bounce bounce, bitch Mike stud, homie