Filthy Rich South Park Mexican

[Verse 1]
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

[Hook]
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."