West - Zip Codes lyrics

Grinding hard Trash Bag Gang, b**h [Verse 1: Starlito] First of all I party for a living ho And I holler grind hard but I really did it though Time is money so I went and made my wrist glow Now when I get paid my checks be looking like zip codes Thirty racks (ball), bought a brick of that snow, nah six shows Couple O's of that 9-0-2-1-0 - Dro zip code Product of the 3-7-2-0-6, Oh east side sh** Got a b**h from the 3-7-2-0-3 that'll love nothing better than to eat my dick And my south side b**h, on behalf of my click stop counting, and worrying ‘bout our bricks Take ‘em out the trash bag, ‘fore you unwrap that, we could probably build a small house out the sh** Smile a lil' bit It's dirt, but the sh** dirt cheap, picture me getting pounds for the six I ain't ask but a n***a probably took I'mma take it to the hood, let my n***as straight down that sh** I ain't even gotta rap, but my long term vision is seeing me leaving out the trap I'm in so deep, plus you know a n***a like me, a lot of times I don't think, I just react Each pint gotta keep a couple racks, and you seen Lito pop, I keep it in my lap Sleep in all black, hottest in the city, a lot of n***as envy These just facts It's Lito Trash Bag Gang Trash Bag Gang Trash Bag Gang (b**h!) [Hook] x2 Now when I get paid my checks be looking like zip codes 36 O's I could get the whole brick sold Just got a deal on mid, also could get the dro Either at the liquor store, studio or I'm with ya ho [Verse 2: West] 20 pound play got two three K Seven seven k from a usual day 32 five for a brick of the yay We can talk zip codes got them all day Never had sh** where a n***a gonna lay Never had a b**h that ain't do what I say Pimp tight n***a just like M-J Pocket full of stones bumping UGK 3-7-1-7-2 where I stay Petty a** n***a I can count it in your face Matter fact I don't even need your little play Ho type n***a I'll say it to your face Trash Bag Gang grind hard every day 200K I don't even got a deal Well known boy and I ain't even from the Ville n***as f** with me cause I keep it too real (trill) Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle Hustle, hustle, hustle man n***a [Hook] x2 [Verse 3: Marty] I'm getting paid but I ain't going to work I got that fade away swish, just call me Dirk And I'm smoking purp, but I got that work And I got your b**h, she sleeping in our shirts Trash Bag Gang ain't a damn thing change Still hit the strip club and make it rain Ashantis on the car, candy paint You know I'm getting money what you think I ain't Alot I leave the house with three four chains I rock so much ice that some times I dont think Got the top peeeled off with the (?) Rolling down 12th then pick a little tink Love life live large b**h Free my n***a Red Dot Trash Bag Gang ho (b**h) [Hook] x2