"Filthy Rich" lyrics

It's the same ol' shit in the same ass place
My studio smells like ten ash trays
My nigga still gettin' too fucked up
And I'm still smokin' too much blunts
Haters always gon' run their mouth
And keep tryin' to take me out
Mama always gonna worry herself
And 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 and they filled up with envy
Now every body pissed 'cause they can't get in free
New enemies still poppin' up
Throw away gats still chop 'em up
I walk in and the whole club stands still
More money more problems that's real

This is what an ol' G told me
Filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a Benz and fuck a Rollie, life is what you make it, homie."

This is what an ol' G told me
Filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a Benz and fuck a Rollie, life is what you make it, homie."

My little baby girl just turned 6
I gave her the biggest room in my crib
She gets what she wants so does her mama
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
With my babies I miss my children
To me that's worth more than trillions and trillions
She calls me "Fat-boy" says I'm "loco"
And she doesn't understand when I gotta go
Hope she doesn't think I don't wanna be with her
Hope she knows that it hurts not to be with her
Hope she knows that with her I'm the happiest
I can't make it to her piano practices
When I was young my ol' man left us
And I pray that she won't be like I was

This is what an ol' G told me
Filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a Benz and fuck a Rollie, life is what you make it, homie."

This is what an ol' G told me
Filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a Benz and fuck a Rollie, life is what you make it, homie."

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 autograph
Nigga I don't wanna fuck your hoe
But I'll let her suck my dick and lick my asshole (ha-hah)
Started out with a silly game of footsie
Now I got her eatin' out her best friend's 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 showing mad love
I got 7 Gs sittin' in my pants
And 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 Chris was 9.50
2 Gs for them bottles of Don P
It was just me and the hoes was free

This is what an ol' G told me
Filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a Benz and fuck a Rollie, life is what you make it, homie."

This is what an ol' G told me
Filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a Benz and fuck a Rollie, life is what you make it, homie."

Yeah, fuck a Benz, fuck a Rollie, family comes first, and I'm alone
Yeah
This is what an ol' G told me. He died lonely