Filthy Rich lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's the same ol' sh*t in the same ass place
My studio smells like ten ash trays
My n*gga still gettin' too f*cked up
And I'm still smokin' too much blunts
Haters always gon' run they 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 p*ssed cuz 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

[Hook]
This is what an ol' G told me
Filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"f*ck a benz and f*ck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."
This is what an ol' G told me
Filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"f*ck a benz and f*ck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."
[Verse 2]
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 b*tches all in my limosine
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 wit her
Hope she knows that it hurts not to be wit her
Hope she knows that wit 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

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Playa hataz wanna play me close
Do you really wanna meet Carlos?
Do you really wanna feel my wrath?
Mad cuz your b*tch want my aut-o-graph
n*gga I don't wanna f*ck yo' ho
But I'll let her suck my di*k and lick my ass-hole (ha-hah)
Started out with a silly game of footsie
Now I got her eatin' out her best friends pus*y
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
And my jewlry 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 9-50
2 G's for them bottles of Don P
It was just me and the hoes was free
[Hook]

[Outro]
Yeah, f*ck a benz, f*ck a rolly, family comes first, and I'm alone
Ye-e-e-eah
This is what an ol' G told me, He died lonely...