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