Filthy Rich

Oh, oh, oh (uh)

It's the same old shit in the same ass place
My studio smells like ten ashtrays
My nigga still gettin' too fucked up
And I'm still smokin' too much blunts (too much)
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 (don't worry)

Even though I drive a new six double 0
They be thinkin' like, "What is Los frontin' for?"
I bought a club, and they're 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, 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 six
I gave her the biggest room in my crib
She gets what she wants, so does her mom
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 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 (yeah)
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 let her suck my dick and lick my asshole, uh
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 showin' mad love (mad love)
I got seven G's sittin' in my pants
And my jewelry is underneath those lamps
I'm gettin' sleepy, all you hoes gotta bail (better go)
Once again I'm in the bed by myself

All alone in another city
I get my bill, the Cris' was $950
Two G's for them bottles of Dom 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, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This is what an ol' G told me, "He died lonely"