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