Filthy Rich

Oh.
 Uh.
 It's the same ol' shit in the same ass place
 My studio smells like 10 ash trays
 My nigga still gettin' too fucked-up
 & I'm still smokin' too much blunts
 Haters always gon' run they mouth
 & Keep tryin' to take me out
 Mama always gonna worry herself
 & Me I can't forget the pain I felt
 Even though I drive a new 6 double 0
 They be thinkin' like "What is Los frontin' for?"
 I bought a club & they filled up with envy
 Now everybody pissed cause they can't get in free
 New enemies still poppin' up
 Throw away gats still chop 'em up
 I walk in & the whole club stands still
 More money more problems that's real.
 This is what an ol' G told me
 Filthy Rich & dyin' lonely
 "Fuck a benz & fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homey."
 This is what an ol' G told me
 Filthy Rich & dyin' lonely
 "Fuck a benz & fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homey."
 My little baby girl just turned 6
 I gave her the biggest room in my crib
 She get's what she wants so does (Ah)
 I don't think they know the value of a dollar
 Fine ass bitches all in my limousine
 I just wish I was jumpin' on my trampoline
 But my babies I miss my children
 To me that's worth more than trillions & trillions
 She calls me "Fat boy" says I'm "loco"
 & She doesn't understand when I gotta go
 Hope she doesn't think I don't wanna be wit her
 Hope she knows that it hurts not to be wit her
 Hope she knows that wit her I'm the happyest
 I can't make it to her piano practices
 When I was young my ol' man left us
 & I pray that she won't be like I was.
 This is what an ol' G told me
 Filthy Rich & dyin' lonely
 "Fuck a benz & fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homey."
 This is what an ol' G told me
 Filthy Rich & dyin' lonely
 "Fuck a benz & fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homey."
 Player haters wanna play me close.
 Do you really wanna meet Carlos?
 Do you really wanna feel my wrath?
 Mad cause your bitch want my aut-o-graph
 Nigga I don't wanna fuck yo' hoe
 But I let her suck my dick & lick my asshole, ha!
 Started out with a silly game of fotsie
 Now I got her eatin' out her best friends pussy
 Rollin' hydro sippin' on Cris
 When I was broke I would dream about this
 Get my back rubbed in a big bath tub
 I don't know her name but she's showin' mad love
 I got 7 G's sittin' in my pants
 & My jewelry is underneath those lamps
 I'm gettin' sleepy all you hoes gotta bail
 Once again I'm in the bed by myself
 All alone in another city
 I get my bill the Cris was $950
 2 G's for them bottles of Dom P
 It was just me & the hoes was free.
 This is what an ol' G told me
 Filthy Rich & dyin' lonely
 "Fuck a benz & fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homey."
 This is what an ol' G told me
 Filthy Rich & dyin' lonely
 "Fuck a benz & fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homey."
 Yeah, fuck a benz, fuck a rolly, family comes first & I'm alone,
 Ye-e-e-eah.
 This is what an ol' G told me, He died lonely...