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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

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