1. A Latin-American rapper… Read Full Bio ↴There are at least two artists with this name
1. A Latin-American rapper
2. A Finnish rap group
1. South Park Mexican (born Carlos Coy, October 5, 1970 in Houston, Texas) is a rapper whose stage name is derived from the South Park neighborhood in which he was raised; the acronym SPM was used on some of his releases. In 2002, he was convicted of child molestation and is currently serving a 45-year prison sentence.
In 1995, Carlos, along with his brother Arthur, founded his own record label, Dope House Records. He later released his second album, Hustle Town, through his label with distribution in Houston under Southwest Wholesale. In 2000, he signed a joint venture between his label and Universal Music Group, which earned him a $500,000 advance and national distribution. In total he has released nine very successful albums.
2. Finnish rap band with members Siniset Punaiset Miehet, Mr. Kotka, and Veli Stöö.
Filthy Rich
SPM Lyrics
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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
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 'cause 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 want to 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 want to play me close
Do you really want to meet Carlos?
Do you really want to feel my wrath?
Mad 'cause your bitch want my aut-o-graph
Nigga I don't want to 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...
The lyrics of SPM's song Filthy Rich revolve around the themes of wealth, fame, family, and life. The opening lines set the tone with a sense of tiredness and stagnation, as the artist reflects on the same old patterns of addiction and worry in his life. He acknowledges his success and material possessions but also notes the envy and haters that come with it. Despite his wealth, SPM still faces pain and loss in life, especially in regards to his family. He expresses his love for his daughter and his regret for missing out on moments with her due to his busy lifestyle. The song ends with the artist reflecting on the advice of an old G: "life is what you make it." He emphasizes the importance of family over material possessions and the danger of dying alone, despite being filthy rich.
One interesting element of the song is its use of multi-layered storytelling. The verses move between reflecting on personal experiences, offering advice learned from an old G, and commenting on broader themes of wealth and fame. The double chorus reinforces these themes and its evocation of an old G's advice adds depth and historical connection to the story. Additionally, the song's use of repetition, specifically in the "life is what you make it" lines, creates a memorable and impactful message for listeners.
Line by Line Meaning
It's the same ol' shit in the same ass place
Life is repetitive and unchanging, no matter how much money one has
my studio smells like ten ash trays
The singer smokes a lot of cigarettes in his recording studio
my nigga still gettin' too fucked up
The singer's friend is still using drugs excessively
And I'm still smokin' too much blunts
The artist is smoking an excessive amount of marijuana
Haters always gon' run they mouth
People who are jealous or dislike the artist will always talk negatively about him
And keep tryin' to take me out
These same haters are always trying to get rid of the singer
Mama always gonna worry herself
The singer's mother is always going to worry about him
And me I can't forget the pain I felt
The artist is still affected by the pain he has experienced in life
Even though I drive a new 6 double 0
The artist has a new luxury car
They be thinkin' like "What is Los frontin' for?"
People are questioning why the artist is flaunting his money and possessions
I bought a club and they filled up with envy
The singer purchased a club which has caused others to become jealous of him
Now every body pissed 'cause they can't get in free
People are upset that they cannot enter the artist's club for free
New enemies still poppin' up
The singer is still gaining new enemies
Throw away gats still chop 'em up
The singer still has and uses his guns
I walk in and the whole club stands still
When the singer enters the club, everyone stops to look at him
More money more problems that's real
The more money one has, the more problems they will have to deal with
This is what an ol' G told me
The artist is providing advice given to him by an older mentor
filthy rich and dyin' lonely
Having a lot of money does not guarantee happiness or companionship
"Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."
Don't focus on material possessions; happiness and success depend on your choices
My little baby-girl just turned 6
The artist's daughter has just turned six years old
I gave her the biggest room in my crib
The artist gave his daughter the largest room in his house
she gets what she wants so does her mama
The artist's daughter and her mother are both able to have what they want
I don't think they know the value of a dollar
The singer believes his family does not understand the importance of money and financial responsibility
fine-ass bitches all in my limosine
The artist has attractive women in his limousine
I just wish I was jumpin' on my trampoline
The singer wishes he could do simple, fun activities rather than feel burdened by his luxurious lifestyle
But my babies I miss my children
The singer misses his children
To me that's worth more than trillions and trillions
The singer values his children more than any amount of money, no matter how large
She calls me "Fat-boy" says I'm "loco"
The artist's daughter calls him "Fat-boy" and thinks he is crazy
And she doesn't understand when I gotta go
The artist's daughter does not understand when he has to leave for work
Hope she doesn't think I don't want to be wit her
The singer hopes his daughter knows he wants to spend time with her
Hope she knows that it hurts not to be wit her
The singer is hurt when he cannot spend time with his daughter
Hope she knows that wit her I'm the happiest
The artist is happiest when he is with his daughter
I can't make it to her piano practices
The artist cannot attend his daughter's piano rehearsals
When I was young my ol' man left us
The artist's father left him when he was young
And I pray dat she won't be like I was
The singer hopes that his daughter does not face the same struggles he did
Playa hataz want to play me close
People who dislike the artist want to get close to him
Do you really want to meet Carlos?
The singer is warning those who dislike him that they might not like the consequences of getting too close to him
Do you really want to feel my wrath?
The singer is warning those who dislike him that they might anger him
Mad 'cause your bitch want my aut-o-graph
People are jealous because the singer's female fans want his autograph
Nigga I don't want to fuck yo' hoe
The artist is not interested in having sex with someone else's girlfriend
But I'll let her suck my dick and lick my ass-hole (ha-hah)
The artist is making a crude joke about a woman performing oral sex on him
Started out with a silly game of footsie
The singer is reminiscing about the beginning of a romantic relationship
Now I got her eatin' out her best friends pussy
The singer is boasting about his sexual conquests
Rollin' hydro sippin' on Chris
The artist is smoking marijuana and drinking champagne
When I was broke I would dream about this
The artist used to dream of having this kind of lifestyle when he was poor
Get my back rubbed in a big bath tub
The artist is enjoying a luxurious life, with someone else rubbing his back in a large bathtub
I don't know her name but she's showin mad love
The woman rubbing his back is a stranger, but she is being very friendly to the singer
I got 7 G's sittin' in my pants
The artist has $7,000 in his pocket
And my jewlry is underneath those lamps
His expensive jewelry is hidden under the lamps
I'm gettin' sleepy all you hoes gotta bail
The singer is getting tired and wants to go to sleep, so everyone must leave
Once again I'm in the bed by myself
The singer is alone in bed
All alone in another city
The artist is alone in another city
I get my bill the Chris was 9.50
His champagne bill was $9.50
2 G's for them bottles of Don P
He paid $2,000 for two bottles of Dom Pérignon champagne
It was just me and the hoes was free
He was the only person paying, and the women he was with did not have to pay
Yeah, fuck a benz, fuck a rolly, family comes first, and I'm alone,
The artist is prioritizing his family over material possessions, and is feeling isolated
Ye-e-e-eah.
A vocalization added for dramatic effect
This is what an ol' G told me, He died lonely...
The artist is repeating the phrase he heard from his mentor, noting that he himself does not want to die lonely
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Leslie torres
2020 and still jamming to this 💯😎
Call Me Alayna
Yes ma'am
11.Universe.11
Nah fr
MykeyNthelab
I’ll be jamming till 2080
Nicole Fahey
Life is what u make it homie
bluestrife28
Hell yea bro! Los is a fuckkn legend!
Bratt Greedo
one of the deepest songs of all time if you can relate to it
Taylor Willis
For sho
Josh&Megan Scott
For real!
Battle Born
You can listen to the verse over and over but it’s hard to grasp like water.