Filthy Rich Lyrics

Filthy Rich lyrics

Oooohh

Uh

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 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 pissed 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

This
is what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz
and fuck a rolly, 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
rolly, 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 limosine
I just wish I was jumpin' on my trampoline
But
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 dat 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 rolly, 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 rolly, life is what you make it,
homie."

Playa hataz wanna play me close
Do you really wanna meet
Carlos?
Do you really wanna feel my wrath?
Mad cuz your bitch want my
aut-o-graph
Nigga I don't wanna fuck yo' hoe
But I'll let her suck my
dick and lick my ass-hole (ha-hah)
Started out with a silly game of
footsie
Now I got her eatin' out her best friends pussy
Rollin' hydro
sippin' on crisp
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 crisp was
$950
2 G's 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 rolly, 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 rolly, life is what you make it,
homie."

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