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
