[verse 1: 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
[chorus: 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
[verse 2: ponae]
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
[chorus: 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