Honies  cash  weed  cars
 ghetto celebrities  'hood movie stars
 gat slingers now rap singers are who we are
 went from Nasty to Nas to Nas to Escobar

 The path we all walk  starts out long it's like a boardwalk
 monopoly  some make it around  some go down  it's prophecy
 happy days balancing with life's atrocities
 hoppin' in v's  knowin' some day I got to lead properly
 high up in a five realizing the price paid
 for this life laid in the light shade
 one might say, top of the world's two whips, a crib and a girl
 quick to celebrate it, poppin' corks like they made it
 pretentious, arrogant niggas is senseless
 pro ball players with white wives, peep they night lives
 while you could catch me in a crisp white five
 dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al Green on
 my theme song, love and happiness, how can it seem wrong
 I mean before this, I used to rock a taurus with the donuts
 now I grown up, got it chromed up
 got the rap game sewn up, sho-nuff
 niggas acting cool, but it's really no love
 I feel a slow buzz, off the dutch
 this is everyday, every second
 got to make it pay, every lesson I learnt
 got me open while most of these rappers'll stay burnt

 Chorus 2x (the second time "Honies" changes to Money")

 With so much drama in QBC, it's kinda hard being Escobarro
 Elderado Red, sippin' Dom out the bottle
 my life is like a Donald Goines novel
 we wave glasses like bravo
 drunk niggas with mad problems, and shot pockets
 my niggas from the block rock this,
 box cocaine, cook it and chop it
 looking to profit, in different ways
 goin' through this difficult stage, called life
 but each year my physical's praised


 some fell beyond the reach of help
 cut in the street, thinkin' they could teach theyself
 when all we wanted was a piece of wealth
 and randomly, feed our family
 the streets are insanity
 amply, living in ths thug's fantasy
 richest nigga in show biz is what I plan to be
 heavy chain and my QB sway, living this king's life
 magazines write about me, in this dream it's all tight

 Chorus 2x (The Second time "Honies" changes to "Money")

 Now the main thing that boggle my brain be all the bottles of pain
 iced the chain and all the followers came
 they tried to throw me off track, but I caught that
 they thought I lost that
 but I'm continuing to make more stacks
 halftime, new york state of mind, it was written was hittin'
 trips overseas, southeast, diamond and riches
 sleepin on the plane, wake up when we land feelin' real scared, on the
 ground
 rollie flush, princess cuts, and large rounds
 the crews up, findin time to shine rocks
 it's real, you violate, be in a pine box
 if it go there, I lay you before you lay me, it's crazy
 I didn't make the game, the game made me
 records for the babies so they raised up in mansions
 haters keep hating, and ladies'll keep glancing

 Yall know the routine out this muthafucka.... word up