Hey..Hey..

(Track Eaters bitch)

(Drop)

(Verse 1)[Mike Antoniotti]
So if you in this thang, you feelin' right
Then throw your hands up to the sky
I got my drink, my swag is on
I buy the bar, wh-what you want?
Yeah this is for my team up in the VIP, what?
And this is for my ladies in the strip club
Yeah this is for all of you on the floor
So bottoms up and do it more

Here today, gone tomorrow
We gon let it all out tonight
Here today, gone tomorrow
We gon kill it right

(Chorus)
Now let me see your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Up, alright
Said let me see your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Up, alright (Hey)

(Verse 2)[Mike Antoniotti]
Yeah I feel like a star, girls all around
Patron it is, I'm zonin' out
Ain't gotta talk, she know the gang
Track Eater bitch, you know the name
Yeah this is for my team up in the VIP, what?
No ruffles but you know we got out chips up
Yeah this is for all of you on the floor
So bottoms up and do it more

Here today, gone tomorrow
We gon let it all out tonight
Here today, gone tomorrow
We gon kill it right

(Chorus)
Now let me see your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Up, alright
Said let me see your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Up, alright (Hey)

(Verse 3)[C.G.]
She said, keys to the benz?
Nah fuck that, just me and your friends
After tonight won't see ya again,
We get it in then I'm leavin' a ten..leavin' a ten?
For the taxi,
Just dont ask me to stay at the pad, no maxi,
Like my girls like I like my sex, not classy, just nasty
One night so let's do it all,
Couple more bottles put em on my card
Skin so soft but she go hard,
Booty so big but her waist so small, o lord
Mike tell her, all I do is get drunk then spend dough
Ask whats her name what its hittin for,
Then let her blow me like Nintendo
Real talk, this ain't no game
Bout 10 deep, say hello to the gang
Track Eater representer,
If you tryna hang you should know our name,
If your don't your lame
Next night, new city,
Jet flight, 2 biddies tig ol bitties
Wake up in the morning feelin like P.Diddy
Drank too much, so I'm feelin' shitty
You live once, so you gotta live it up
2 hits of the blunt then you gotta give it up
Puff puff pass that shit to your neighbor
Fill it with success then blow it on a hater
I'm underrated and overhated but I love it all
You don't like me?
Heres a straw and a glass to suck my balls

(Chorus)[Repeat]
Now let me see your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Up, alright
Said let me see your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Yup your hands up (your hands up)
Up, alright (Hey)