South Park - Filthy Rich lyrics

Oooohh Uh It's the same ol' sh** in the same a** place my studio smells like ten ask trays my n***a still gettin' too f**ed 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 O they be thinkin' like "What is Los frontin' for?" I bought a club and they filled up with envy Now every body pissed 'cause they can't get in free New enimies 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 f** a benz and f** a rolly, life is what you make it, homie. This is what an ol' G told me filthy rich and dyin' lonely f** a benz and f** 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-a** b**hes 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 f** a benz and f** a rolly, life is what you make it, homie. This is what an ol' G told me filthy rich and dyin' lonely f** a benz and f** 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 'cause your b**h want my aut-o-graph n***a I don't wanna f** yo' hoe But I'll let her s** my dick and lick my a**-hole (ha-hah) Started out with a silly game of footsie Now I got her eatin' out her best friends p**y 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 shows mad love I got 7 G's sittin' in my pants And my j**lry 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 f** a benz and f** a rolly, life is what you make it, homie. This is what an ol' G told me filthy rich and dyin' lonely f** a benz and f** a rolly, life is what you make it, homie. Yeah, f** a benz, f** a rolly, family comes first, and I'm alone, Ye-e-e-eah. This is what an ol' G told me, He died lonely