Ez Up

[Chorus] Oh, oh, oh, oh Ez up, Ez up, yeah baby Ez up Oh, oh, oh, oh Ez up, Ez up, yeah baby Ez up [Verse 1 T3] To my thick chicks all across the world You know a nigga kind selfish plus a hunger for girls Soft fragrance designer clothes To the hood rats to the ones who pose From the actresses to my main misseses State to state where you find my mistresses Various dames that are blowin' me kisseses To that I 'main insignificant Got me wrappin' my package more than niggas at Christmases Ladies I promise that I know what your wishlist is Makin' you cream girl in various instances Gimme the chance I'm the man I'm mister just Aww naw legs to the wall Them drawers comin' off girl [Chorus] 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 2 eLZhi] Pretty faces surround me, they blow me kisses From far away in Cartier glowing lenses they show a interest Beautiful like the Pharrel and the Snoop thing Pierced tongue ears hung jewels on the hoop rings And all over it's the same story different name Cause you give me brain and quick to claim that you my main shorty Gotta be smart enough to make it on the dean's list Genius, jeans fit, clean from diseases Cool and down to Earth Gucci around the purse Bugie never shoes be matchin' with a poofy leather Body curvacious Armani skirts bracelets Furs and splurge cause she work places Flirtatious a freak in the bed a woman in the street Toes is done up showin' her stomach in the heat Race is open, your taste in clothin' Is exquisite, sophisticated motion [Chorus] 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 T3 + eLZhi] You ain't heard about the things we doin' Exotic spots where the water's the bluest Takin' long routes south various routes where it's secluded If you the type I like we can definitely do it 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] 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