Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, alright, alright, yeah Smokin' rollin' beef it up, I adjust the tweakers up Break it, break it down, break it down so I could beat it up Would've welcomed back, would've welcomed back my sneakers tucked This is for my old head, gon' turn your speakers up Rocky, where you been? I been tryna make my ends meet So I can cop that bathing aid that Germany's got in T&D Bottles full of rosé, ridin' in a Benz Jeep Blowin' money fast, now I'm finna think I'm big meat I met with my old head, we sat for a while We rode a couple switches, we chatted for a while I said, I'm just on my grind, I come to Houston all the time He said, what's been throwin' down? And then New York state of mind, fine Whoever got days, you feel like givin' 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 *, rollin' up a swisher up I just came here down south so I could get these pounds out And move my motha' nights somewhere near close and then a townhouse And my beats dingin', kickin' harder than a roundhouse I spoke with my old head and this is what I found out Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho Hoes want the money, money come and goes Friends turn to foes, and foes, they be fake If you listen when your 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, and foes, they be fake If you listen when your old head talkin', you'll be straight Now my old head, old age, bald head, Rogaine Cold red, cold man, nose red, cocaine Pimpin' bitches, cinch, lemon chicken strip, low man Gold chains, afros, platform, so trained And he told me about that rappin', trappin' in the old days A pot hung with shock before that rat that had that nose ringed And I'm so high, I could fuckin' run and grow wings And we sippin' on somethin' purpler than so plain Slip slow, slow swing Tip foes, them chrome wings Told me I should head home and do my own thing Then I heard my phone ring, hold up, that's my old thing Pick it up, I hit you back Miss me and I miss you back She said, ho, don't miss you too And they can't wait to get you back You should come on home Leave the drugs alone and stick the rat Just don't come back close And cuss that type of *, it get you clapped Like you're just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho Hoes want the money, money come and goes Friends turn to foes, and foes, they be fake If you listen when your old head talkin', you'll be straight Like you're just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho Hoes want the money, money come and goes Friends turn to foes, and foes, they be fake If you listen when your old head talkin', you'll be straight Grind down, grind down on my old head Chunk it up, chunk juice in my old head Swing slow, grind down on my old head Burnt niggas told me now, I'm on my old head Grind down, grind down on my old head Chunk juice, get me up on my old head Grind down, grind down on my old head On my old head, on my old head Like you're just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho Hoes want the money, the money come and goes Friends turn to foes, and foes they be fake If you listen when your old head talkin' you'll be straight Like you're just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho Hoes want the money, the money come and goes Friends turn to foes, and foes they be fake If you listen when your old head talkin' you'll be straight Like you're just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho