Filthy Rich - SPM

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 Chris

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 Chris was 9.50

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…