Houston Old Head lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Alright

Yeah

[Verse 1]

Smoking rolling reefer up, I adjust the tweakers up

Break it, break it down, break it down so I can beat it up

Where the welcome back? Where the welcome mat? My sneaker tough

This is for my old head go on turn your speakers up

Rocky, where you been? I been tryna make my ends meet

So I can cop that Bathing Ape or Jeremy Scott or 10 Deep

Bottles full of Rose, riding in the Benz jeep

Blowing money fast, now I'm finna think I'm Big Meech

I met with my old head we sat for a while

We rolled a couple swishers, we chat for a while

I said I'm just on my grind I come to Houston all the time

He said what's been goin' down in your New York state of mind

Fine, you ever got days you feel like giving up

Like how you gon' eat when this gig is up

When the chips is down and the jig is up

But I don't give a fuck, roll another swisher up

Cause I just came here down South so I could get these pounds out

And move my mother nice somewhere closer than a townhouse

And my beats banging, kicking harder than a roundhouse

I spoke with my old head and this is what I found out

[Chorus]

Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho

Hoes want the money, money come and goes

Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake

If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight

Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho

Hoes want the money, money come and goes

Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake

If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight

[Verse 2]

Now my old head old age bald head rogaine

Code red codeine, nose red cocaine

Pimpin bitches since lemon chicken shrimp lo mein

Gold chains afros platforms soul train

And he told me 'bout that rapping trapping in the old days

When Pac hung with Suge before that rat tat tat tat nose rings

And I'm so high I could fuck around and grow wings

And we sipping on something purpler than Soul Plane

We sip slow, slow swing, tip foes, and chrome wings

Told me I should head home and do my own thang

Then I heard my phone rang, hold up that's my old dame

Pick it up I hit you back, miss me and I miss you back

She said Harlem miss you too and they can't wait to get you back

You should come on home leave the drugs alone and stick to rap

Just don't come back flossin' 'cause that type of shit'll get you clapped

[Chorus]

Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho

Hoes want the money, money come and goes

Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake

If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight

Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho

Hoes want the money, money come and goes

Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake

If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight

[Outro]

Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho

Hoes want the money, money come and goes

Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake

If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight

Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho

Hoes want the money, money come and goes

Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake

If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight

• Artist:A$AP Rocky
• Album:LIVE.LOVE.A$AP (2011)