Artist: Starlito f/ Marty, West Album: Zip Codes (S) Song: Zip Codes Typed by: AZ Lyrics Grinding hard Trash Bag Gang, bitch [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 shit Got a bitch from the 3-7-2-0-3 that'll love nothing better than to eat my dick And my south side bitch, 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 shit Smile a lil' bit It's dirt, but the shit dirt cheap, picture me getting pounds for the six I ain't ask but a nigga probably took I'mma take it to the hood, let my niggas straight down that shit 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 nigga 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 niggas envy These just facts It's Lito Trash Bag Gang Trash Bag Gang Trash Bag Gang (bitch!) [Chorus 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 shit where a nigga gonna lay Never had a bitch that ain't do what I say Pimp tight nigga just like M-J Pocket full of stones bumping UGK 3-7-1-7-2 where I stay Petty ass nigga I can count it in your face Matter fact I don't even need your little play Ho type nigga 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 Niggas fuck with me cause I keep it too real (trill) Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle Hustle, hustle, hustle man nigga [Chorus 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 bitch, 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 don't think Got the top peeeled off with the [?] Rolling down 12th then pick a little tink Love life live large bitch Free my nigga Red Dot Trash Bag Gang ho (bitch) [Chorus x2]