Filthy Rich Lyrics - South Park Mexican

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...