Lyrics Old Heads - Taylor Girlz

Yeah
Got me a motherfuckin' old head
I like that shit right there
Mm, mmm, mmm, mmm
He approached me and asked for my name
I don't fuck with lames
He said baby I am not a lame
He said fuck with me, teach you couple thangs
Pull a couple strings, put you on and put you in that game
Fuck with me
Pockets better be deep, deep, big deep
Must I repeat-ea-ea-eat
Fuck with me
Pockets better be deep, deep big deep
Must I repeat-ea-ea-eat
Fuck put me on, put me in
How long they been friends? I'm tryna pull off in a new Benz
Ain't with that drama, on my mama commas
What I'm thinkin' 'bout
Bored bitches always run they mouth
Pockets in a drought
Shut up, come and eat me out
I ain't doing this for clout. I'm tryna get rich and get out
And I ain't with that goofy shit, but if you is then bitch I'm out
Come here old head, lemme see what you really about
He approached me and asked for my name
I don't fuck with lames
He said baby I am not a lame
He said fuck with me, teach you couple thangs
Pull a couple strings, put you on and put you in that game
Fuck with me
Pockets better be deep, deep, big deep
Must I repeat-ea-ea-eat
Fuck with me
Pockets better be deep, deep big deep
Must I repeat-ea-ea-eat
I had ran into this old head
He was connected like some wires, he had some street cred
Now I know his time was precious he had a Rolex (Yuh)
He wanna spend that bag. Shit, then go head then (Babyyy)
He put me in that big Benz, I done whipped in
Counting back ends
I'm the shit now and back then
You bitches nappin'
I done shot past ya like what happened
Ain't no lackin'.
Tell them old heads I want it all and what's hannin'?
He approached me and asked for my name
I don't fuck with lames
He said baby I am not a lame
He said fuck with me, teach you couple thangs
Pull a couple strings, put you on and put you in that game
Fuck with me
Pockets better be deep, deep, big deep
Must I repeat-ea-ea-eat
Fuck with me
Pockets better be deep, deep big deep
Must I repeat-ea-ea-eat