Lyric Spoiled Rotten
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
[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
