"Filthy Rich"
  Oooohh
    Uh
    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...