A$AP Rocky – Houston Old Head Lyrics

Houston Old Head

A$AP Rocky

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"Houston Old Head." - A$AP Rocky

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 01:02 am

Album: LIVE.LOVE.A$AP

Track No: 10

Yeah, yeah, alright, yeah
Smokin' rollin' 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 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

Writer(s): Rakim Mayers, David Sweeten, Lionel Richie & Thomas McClary.

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