"Searching" lyrics

[Babyface Ray:]
Burrberry bucket for the winner
I keep a cup, you know what's in there, icy crosses for the sinners
You ain't gotta ask the streets, they know who winning
I kept it real, when these niggas was pretending
They know I got it, even when I don't be spending
Watch my mans shape a whole thing, like we at Benny's
I ain't even gotta try hard, 'cause it's in me
Man, I did a lot of shit these niggas didn't, so they envy
Bitches, I got plenty
Money, it's a lotta
And I come from dope, man, I went to high school in Prada
Roll with the shottas, touch me, return with the strap like I'm Sada
So [?] with the pills, I'm a Harlem Gloab Trodder
I put that on my mama
[?] blending in with the out of towners
I'm just being honest
Talking money, bitch, yeah, I blew about a thousand
Had chains and watches, now I'm thinking 'bout some houses
Yeah

[Ponae:]
I'ma find a way
Get to that money, what I'm tryna say
Hell na, I ain't got time to waste
I'ma find a way

Yeah, I'ma find a way
Get on my R. Kelly shit, bitch, I can fly away
I work these lazy ass niggas, yeah, they out of shape
Ain't always have it, I used to trap wehre my mama stay
Couldn't get the shit I wanted, had to find a way
Damn, I got the [?]
Them [?] boys get on us, hope they don't find a thing
How you've been rolling all your life, and you ain't got a thing?
Don't let them sunny days fool you, 'cause it gotta rain
We pour that drank every day, like it's a holliday
But we just tryna numb a lot of pain
Might drop a perc in the pop, and get high as a plain
You ain't gotta ask the streets, they know who got them things
Fuck it, Ray, you do the drop, I'ma ride the Range
Lit up like I got a deal, but I ain't signed a thing
We just some young connected niggas, with a lot of game

I'ma find a way
Get to that money, what I'm tryna say
Hell na, I ain't got time to waste
I'ma find a way