[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