Oooohh
Uh
Its the same ol shit in the same ass place
my studio smells like ten ash trays
my nigga still gettin too fucked up
And Im 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 cant 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 cant 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 thats 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 dont 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 thats worth more than trillions and trillions
She calls me "Fat-boy" says Im "loco"
And she doesnt understand when I gotta go
Hope she doesnt think I dont wanna be wit her
Hope she knows that it hurts not to be wit her
Hope she knows that wit her Im the happiest
I cant make it to her piano practices
When I was young my ol man left us
And I pray dat she wont 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 dont wanna fuck yo hoe
But Ill 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 dont know her name but shes showin mad love
I got 7 Gs sittin in my pants
And my jewlry is underneath those lamps
Im gettin sleepy all you hoes gotta bail
Once again Im in the bed by myself
All alone in another city
I get my bill the Chris was 9.50
2 Gs 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 Im alone,
Ye-e-e-eah.
This is what an ol G told me, He died lonely...
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