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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