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Poison Clan - Spoiled Rotten lyrics
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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