[Intro: Dwele]
Ez up, Ez up, yeah baby Ez up
Ez up, Ez up, yeah baby Ez up

[Verse 1: T3]
You ain't heard about the things we doin'
Exotic spots where the water's the bluest
Takin' long yachts out various routes where it's secluded
If you the type I like we can definitely do it

[Verse 2: eLZhi]
Got a fetish for a well-groomed piece with a pedicure
Hair done, cleaner than a fresh pair of Air Ones
Sprayed with the perfect fragrance
Belly ring, a tattoo of the name she threw on her celly screen
Gotta have hood in her, cook a good dinner
Well spoken, Louis bags with Chanel clothin'
Short and tall, thick in the right places
Proportioned and all when she strip to her night laces

[Chorus: Dwele]
Baby girl, you drivin' me crazy girl, I can not control
Ez up, Ez up
Baby girl, you drivin' me crazy girl, I can not control
Ez up, Ez up, yeah baby Ez up
I can't enough girl
When I'm at the club girl
In your city show
Ez up, Ez up, yeah baby Ez up
[Verse 3: Proof]
I switch game to her brain like "What up [môme?]"
If your man act soft, take your girl, call me
Sip Grey Goose, the fruits, under palm trees
Initial, the chain in my name under my arm sleeve
You know I'm from the [?] on to Long Beach
Never wishy-washy with girls, I do you like laundry
Ain't just talking to be talking so often I sound sweet
Peeping the heartache, creeping about it, how long the song speed?
Arm be her [pop] never con-try
Even when you make love, rough is one me
Calmly seductive, girl you taunt me
Tryna stay ahead as the language your tongue speak
Love it when lean back [?] feel Humpty
Baby Walk This Way like Run D
Lady I love it when you show me your undies
Know not to holler back, girl you don't speak, complete

[Chorus: Dwele]
Baby girl, you drivin' me crazy girl, I can not control
Ez up, Ez up, yeah baby Ez up
Baby girl, you drivin' me crazy girl, I can not control
Ez up, Ez up, yeah baby Ez up
I can't even...

[Outro: Proof]
Hand 2 Hand, that was "Ez Up" Slum Village remix with Big Proof
I gotta do some shoutouts, to the Midwest, Eastcoast, Westcoast
Down South hustlers, hustlers everywhere
G.M.N
Get money n***as
That's what it's all about, you heard me?
Up next is my man...