Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Filthy Rich, artist - SPM. Date of issue: 05.11.2001
Song language: English
Filthy Rich |
| 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… |