Filthy Rich Lyrics & Tabs by SPM
Filthy Rich
guitar chords lyrics
Oh.
Uh.
It's the same ol' shit in the same ass place
My studio smells like 10 ash trays
My nigga still gettin' too fucked-up
& I'm still smokin' too much blunts
Haters always gon' run they mouth
& keep tryin' to take me out
Mama always gonna worry herself
& 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 & they filled up with envy
Now everybody pissed 'cause they can't get in free
New enemies still poppin' up
I bought a club & they filled up with envy
Now everybody pissed 'cause they can't get in free
New enemies still poppin' up
Throw Away Gats still chop 'em up
I walk in & the whole club stands still
More money more problems that's real.
This is what an ol' G told me
Filthy Rich & dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz & fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homey."
This is what an ol' G told me
Filthy Rich & dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz & fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homey."
My little baby girl just turned 6
I gave her the biggest room in my crib
She get's what she wants so does her mom
I don't think they know the value of a dollar
Fine ass bitches all in my limousine
I just wish I was jumpin' on my trampoline
But my babies I miss my children
To me that's worth more than trillions & trillions
She calls me "Fat boy" says I'm "loco"
& 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 happyest
I can't make it to her piano practices
When 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 me
Filthy Rich & dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz & fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homey."
This is what an ol' G told me
Filthy 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-graph
Nigga I don't wanna fuck yo' hoe
But I let her suck my dick & lick my asshole, ha!
Started out with a silly game of fotsie
Now I got her eatin' out her best friends pussy
Rollin' hydro sippin' on Cris
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
& 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 Cris was $950
2 G's for them bottles of Dom P
It was just me & the hoes was free.
This is what an ol' G told me
Filthy Rich & dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz & fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homey."
This is what an ol' G told me
Filthy 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...
