South Park Mexican Filthy Rich Lyrics

Oooohh

It's the same ol' s___ in the same a__ place
my studio smells like ten ash trays
my n____ 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 0
They be thinkin' like "What is Los frontin' for"

I bought a club and they filled up with envy
Now every body p___ed 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
"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____es 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."

Playa hataz wanna play me close
Do you really wanna meet Carlos?
Do you really wanna feel my wrath?
Mad cuz your b____ want my aut-o-graph
n____ I don't wanna f___ yo' hoe
But I'll let her suck my d___ 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____
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
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...