Yeah, yeah, alright, yeah

Smokin′ rollin' reefer up, I adjust the tweakers upBreak it-break it down, break it down, so I can beat it up

Where the welcome back? Where the welcome at? 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 cope that bathin′ ape or Jeremy Scott or ten deep

Bottles full of Rosey, ridin' in the Benz Jeep

Blowin' money fast now, I 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, there are bad 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 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 town house

And my beats bangin', 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, 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

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 rappin', trappin′ in the old days

When Pop, homeboy shock, before that rat, tat-tat-tat-tat nose rings

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

And we sippin' on somethin′ 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

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

Yeah

Ridin′ 'round, comin′ down with my old head

Junkie up, tryna deuce with my old head

Swing slow, ridin' down with my old head

Reppin′ it, sellin' loud with my old head

Ridin′ down, ridin' down with my old head

Tryna deuce, give it up for my old head

Ridin' down, ridin′ ′round with my old head

With my old head, with my old head

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