South Park Mexican - Filthy Rich Lyrics
OooohhUhIt's the same ol' shit in the same ass placemy studio smells like ten ask traysmy nigga still gettin' too *****ed upAnd I'm still smokin' too much bluntshaters always gon' run they mouthAnd keep tryin' to take me outMama always gonna worry herselfAnd me I can't forget the pain I feltEven though I drive a new 6 double Othey be thinkin' like "What is Los frontin' for?"I bought a club and they filled up with envyNow every body pissed cuz they can't get in freeNew enimies still poppin' upThrow away gats still chop 'em upI walk in and the whole club stands stillMore money more problems that's realThis is what an ol' G told mefilthy rich and dyin' lonely"***** a benz and ***** a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."This is what an ol' G told mefilthy rich and dyin' lonely"***** a benz and ***** a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."My little baby-girl just turned 6I gave her the biggest room in my cribshe gets what she wants so does her mamaI don't think they know the value of a dollarfine-ass *****es all in my limosineI just wish I was jumpin' on my trampolineBut my babies I miss my childrenTo me that's worth more than trillions and trillionsShe calls me "Fat-boy" says I'm "loco"And 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 happiestI can't make it to her piano practicesWhen I was young my ol' man left usAnd I pray dat she won't be like I wasThis is what an ol' G told mefilthy rich and dyin' lonely"***** a benz and ***** a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."This is what an ol' G told mefilthy rich and dyin' lonely"***** a benz and ***** a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."Playa hataz wanna play me closeDo you really wanna meet Carlos?Do you really wanna feel my wrath?Mad cuz your ***** want my aut-o-graphNigga I don't wanna ***** yo' hoeBut I'll let her suck my dick and lick my ass-hole (ha-hah)Started out with a silly game of footsieNow I got her eatin' out her best friends *****Rollin' hydro sippin' on ChrisWhen I was broke I would dream about thisGet my back rubbed in a big bath tubI don't know her name but she shows mad loveI got 7 G's sittin' in my pantsAnd my jewlry 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 Chris was 9.502 G's for them bottles of Don PIt was just me and the hoes was freeThis is what an ol' G told mefilthy rich and dyin' lonely"***** a benz and ***** a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."This is what an ol' G told mefilthy rich and dyin' lonely"***** a benz and ***** a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."Yeah, ***** a benz, ***** a rolly, family comes first, and I'm alone, Ye-e-e-eah.This is what an ol' G told me, He died lonely
