Verse 1

[Debonaire] Everybody that we see'll be shocked and stunned

'Cause it's me Debonaire the man that's done

The impossible. Now the people stop and stare

I got richer than the richest man of the year

JT Deb and Drugz better known as the Poison Clan

Made a plan to get even richer than

The Rockefellers and any other fellas

Now we own docks bond stocks swellers

Other investments to stay on top

You would need a reservation to shop where I shop

I be drinkin' Moet in a private jet

Thinkin' shit I'll put down on New York just yet

When I talk about buyin', my partner says ...

[JT Money] Yo, I'ma buy the White House and rent it out to the Prez

'Cause I'm rich as hell, my (bitches wail/bitch as well)

Got clientele, because the records sell

Take champagne baths, girlies make me laugh

They be pantin' and sweatin' just to get on my staff

Made the President a resident on Money Street

Since I'm Money, money talks so I don't have to speak

Wear designer clothes, macks out on the road

Got a dog named Dollar with a mouth full o' gold

My lifestyle seems fancy; all my fans see

The Money-Man is grand; the Clan enhanced me

Try to creep the Clan, you better out run

A solid gold silver-bullet-shootin' shotgun

I'm spoiled rotten, and you can plainly see

That your boy Richie Rich ain't got nothin' on me

But now that we're rich, our old friends are forgotten

Now that the Poison Clan's spoiled rotten



Verse 2: Debonaire

I make bucks deluxe, wear a tux to chill

So fly, I'd die and get my face on a bill

Any hoe that ain't freakin', I ain't speakin' 'cause

Even when I wasn't rich I had the hoes that was

That was spendin' off sluts, but the choice of the girls

'Cause Teddy Rux sucks when compared to pearls

Friends speakin' I'm the best, I never brag

But the ladies pledge allegiance to me like a flag

I use dollar bills for napkins, a golden spoon

Got service doin' chores for this tycoon

I got a fort identical to Scrooge McDuck's

And my cash is transported in army trucks

I got enough paper to buy a skyscraper

I used to own an acre; now I own Jamaica

I'm never caught braggin' 'bout a cellular phone

I'd rather talk about the crib I call home sweet home

In a sauna, if I wanna, I'll relax 'till dawn

All I do is think about it and the lights come on

All you see is champagne, never juice or punch

And a single drop of water and a pill makes lunch

With the book of world records, I gotta agree

That the only person rich as me is JT

And none of my old friends are forgotten

Now that Debonaire's spoiled rotten



Verse 3: JT Money

Mr. Jackpot, on a yacht and whatnot

I hate to brag, but check it out: I got

Style and finesse, dollar sign on my chest

I guess my guests get impressed when I sport guests

So I do. Must have been God-sent

'Cause I donate to charity every car I dent

Burn dollar bills for incense, imported mink -

This describes my carpet, so I can't spill drinks

Play shuffleboard aboard my hip when aboard

Ain't a thing these days that I can't afford

Got silk pajamas, I own llamas,

Half the Bahamas, clothes designers

People need to let me know my gear's ready

Cash seems petty when treated like confetti

My amount amounts too high and steeps solo

I wear Polo while playin' Polo

I'm rich as fuck, so the bitches fuck

Don't ask me why, I guess it's just my luck

To have a chauffer, and minks of fur, my own gopher

Fat bank account - somethin' to think about

Spoiled rotten lifestyle is state of the art

It's so rich we play Poker with credit cards

But now that I'm rich, my old friends are forgotten

Now that JT Money's spoiled rotten