Ante Up ​mike. (Mike Stud)

[Verse 1]
What up world, welcome to the major leagues
Style's sick, quick to make a hater sneeze
Baby girl, I'm just that official
Need a tall glass of me just to wet your whistle
I 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 me Vinny Chase
I'm with the model chick
Pretty face, skinny waist
I dick 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 our balls like spaghetti dinners
I'm the kid with the glamour
Willy Beamen, I live for the camera

[Hook]
Stand up, what now?
Hands up, touchdown
Touchdown, yeah everybody
Put your motherfuckin' hands in the air
[X2]
Now bounce, come on, bounce, come on
Bounce
Come on, bounce
Put your motherfuckin' hands in the air
[X2]
Now bounce, come on, bounce, come on
Bounce
Bounce, bounce, bitch