[Chorus: Young EZ]
Big stacks of big cash
Yeah I'm stacking bitch
Young rich n***a
I’m never ever lacking jit
You can hate on E
But my shooters really packing it
Gucci on my shirt
Counting bands out the package bitch
Big stacks of big cash
Yeah I'm stacking bitch
Young rich n***a
I'm never ever lacking jit
You can hate on E
But my shooters really packing it
Gucci on my shirt
Counting bands out the package bitch

[Verse 1: Young EZ]
I can take yo main hoe
(She a thot)
Let her go
Tryna leave that dumb bitch but she said
(EZ NO)
I’m running this shit fast
You kinda slow
All these bitches say EZ you making me choke
Cut that bitch out my phone, yeah that bitch was a joke
I flow like a boat, yo account status is low
I sit back and watch the show
While I'm fuckin yo hoe

Shoutout to DDG
That n***a is a GOAT
You bitches type in quotes
My neck cold , need a coat
My wrist clean, used some soap

Why these n***as hate on me
Yeah I'm tryna count my green
This is sprite not aquafine
Stay fresh when I'm on the scene
Cartoon character, Planet Sheen
Got this rap shit in my genes
Got balmains on my jeans
My shooters hit you in yo spleen
You bitches say I'm mean
Nah I just got a queen
I'm mega like McQueen
Could give a fuck bout what you think


You n***as is lame
You bitches is stains
Y'all always on games
EZ copping chains
I've been counting change
I’ll break you like Bane
Throwing bands make it rain
You know what I’m sayin?
Goku I'll end up turning super saiyan
You’ll end up dead if you keep on playin

You n***as is clowns
You weren't ever around
When EZ was down
I got clout now

Skrting out the driveway
Bitch get out of my way
Swerving on the highway
Shorty said “hi hey”
Don't care about what you say
Get the fuck up out my face
Cause yo auntie want me on her myspace

[Chorus: Young EZ]
Big stacks of big cash
Yeah I'm stacking bitch
Young rich n***a
I’m never ever lacking jit
You can hate on E
But my shooters really packing it
Gucci on my shirt
Counting bands out the package bitch
Big stacks of big cash
Yeah I'm stacking bitch
Young rich n***a
I'm never ever lacking jit
You can hate on E
But my shooters really packing it
Gucci on my shirt
Counting bands out the package bitch