Filthy Rich

It's the same old shit and the same ass place

My studio smells like ten ashtrays

My **** still gettin' too fucked up

And I'm still smokin' too much blunts

Haters always gon' run they mouth

They keep tryin' to take me out

Momma always gonna worry herself

And me I can't forget the pain I've felt

Even though I drive a new six, double oh

They be thing like what is Lows frontin' for

I bought a club and they filled up with envy

Now every body pissed 'cause they can't get in free

New enemies still popping up

Throw a wink, I'd still chop 'em up

I walk in and the whole club stands still

Mo' money, mo' problems, that's real

This is what an OG 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 OG 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 6

I gave her the biggest room in my crib

She gets what she wants so does her momma

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 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

When I was young, my old man left us

And I pray that she won't be like I was

This is what an OG 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 OG told me

Filthy rich and dyin' lonely

Fuck a Benz and fuck a Rollie

Life is what you make it, homie

Playa 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

****, I don't wanna fuck your hoe

But I let her suck my dick and lick my asshole

Started out with a silly game of footsie

Now I got her eating out her best friends' pussy

Rolling hydros, sippin on Cris'

When I was broke, I would dream about this

Get my back rubbed in a big bathtub

I don't know her name, but she showin' mad love

I got seven G's sitting in my pants

And my jewelry 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 nine fifty

2 G's for the bottles of Dom P

It was just me and the hoes was free

This is what an OG 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 OG told me

Filthy rich and dyin' lonely

Fuck a Benz and fuck a Rollie

Life is what you make it, homie

Fuck a Benz

Fuck a Rollie

Family, comes first

And I'm lonely, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

This is what an OG told me, he died lonely