Different Zip

Ayy

Same phone, different area code

Whole lotta miles

Whole lotta motion

You know what it is

Ayy, ayy, ayy

This the zip, same drip, but I ain't changed a bit

Big body, wide hips, she can barely fit

Wrist froze, neck lit, diamonds throwin' fits

I done crossed another state, still ain't missed a lick

Big wheels, big bills, let the engine talk

Bad bitch, long nails make your diamonds pop

If it's zips, I ain't drip, I ain't changed a bit

If the money out of town, I'ma take another trip

Hundred on the dash, got the interstate nervous

Chain doin' jumpin' decks, diamonds puttin' in that work

Told her I'm from Memphis, she said, baby, I can tell

'Cause the gang come with the accent, I ain't gotta make a sale

Coupe got a horse

The motor sound demonic

Wrist game sick, had the jeweler call a doctor

She said I'm hard to reach, told her, baby, that's the point

I'm in three different states, still got Cali in my voice

Murder on the news, whole section went silent

Seen a candlelight vigil turn a block into an island

Homie cut a case, then his chains collectin' dust

Funny how a courtroom make a loudmouth hush

She got a body like a food bar, real low mileage

I'm the type to turn a quiet night into a whole white diamonds

Havin' conversations, every stone got a mouth

My chain got so much water, they could drown in a drought

I don't chase a conversation

I let that paper speak, she said, where you sleepin'?

Told her, different steady sweep from the Oakland city

You was too sweet in Tennessee

Every apple know the face, every hotel know the Jeep

Different zips, same drip, I ain't changed a bit

Big body, wide hips, she can barely fit

Wrist froze, neck lit, diamonds throwin' fits

I done crossed another stage, still ain't miss a lick

Big wheels, big deals, let the engine talk

Bad bitch, long nails, make her diamonds pop

Different zips, same grip, I ain't changed a bit, if the money out of town, I'ma take another trip

I'm beggin' for the night, hope I'm somewhere in Phoenix

My chain got a spotlight, I don't even need a feature

Two-tone Crescent Ditcher, got the wrist campaignin'

I don't even check the forecast, diamonds always might hit

Pulled up at the function, made the valet reposition

She said she love my lifestyle, told her, love the ambition

Red bottoms on the feet, left a print inside the coupe

I ain't even say a word, she already knew the move

Drop one at one time, been gone since a youngin'

When they ask about the streets, all they talk about is nothin'

Feds countin' up the years like the money in the bank

Everybody want the rank, till they sittin' in a tank

Bag smellin' loud, got the whole room talkin'

Money doin' laps, I ain't even started walkin'

My diamonds hit the day