SPM - Filthy Rich Lyrics

Oh.Uh.It's the same ol' shit in the same ass placeMy studio smells like 10 ash traysMy nigga still gettin' too fucked-up& I'm still smokin' too much bluntsHaters always gon' run they mouth& keep tryin' to take me outMama always gonna worry herself& me I can't forget the pain I feltEven though I drive a new 6 double 0They be thinkin' like "What is Los frontin' for?"I bought a club & they filled up with envyNow everybody pissed cause they can't get in freeNew enemies still poppin' upThrow away gats still chop 'em upI walk in & the whole club stands stillMore money more problems that's real.This is what an ol' G told meFilthy Rich & dyin' lonely"Fuck a benz & fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homey."This is what an ol' G told meFilthy Rich & dyin' lonely"Fuck a benz & fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homey."My little baby girl just turned 6I gave her the biggest room in my cribShe get's what she wants so does (Ah)I don't think they know the value of a dollarFine ass bitches all in my limousineI just wish I was jumpin' on my trampolineBut my babies I miss my childrenTo me that's worth more than trillions & trillionsShe calls me "Fat boy" says I'm "loco"& she doesn't understand when I gotta goHope she doesn't think I don't wanna be wit herHope she knows that it hurts not to be wit herHope she knows that wit her I'm the happyestI can't make it to her piano practicesWhen I was young my ol' man left us& I pray that she won't be like I was.This is what an ol' G told meFilthy Rich & dyin' lonely"Fuck a benz & fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homey."This is what an ol' G told meFilthy Rich & dyin' lonely"Fuck a benz & fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homey."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 aut-o-graphNigga I don't wanna fuck yo' hoeBut I let her suck my dick & lick my asshole, ha!Started out with a silly game of fotsieNow I got her eatin' out her best friends pussyRollin' hydro sippin' on CrisWhen I was broke I would dream about thisGet my back rubbed in a big bath tubI don't know her name but she's showin' mad loveI got 7 G's sittin' in my pants& my jewelry is underneath those lampsI'm gettin' sleepy all you hoes gotta bailOnce again I'm in the bed by myselfAll alone in another cityI get my bill the Cris was $9502 G's for them bottles of Dom PIt was just me & the hoes was free.This is what an ol' G told meFilthy Rich & dyin' lonely"Fuck a benz & fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homey."This is what an ol' G told meFilthy Rich & dyin' lonely"Fuck a benz & fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homey."Yeah, fuck a benz, fuck a rolly, family comes first & I'm alone,Ye-e-e-eah.This is what an ol' G told me, He died lonely...