"In The Cut" lyrics - DRAKE

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[Drake]
Ayy, yeah
Trend setter, Ben Frank getter
Whip whatever, whip whatever
I buy diamonds when I'm under pressure
When I buy shit, don't ever let up, yeah
Look, I'm in the cut, the boy in the cut
Jump in the whip where the ceilings go up, we up
All of this grindin' for what?
It's funny when you niggas thought it was luck
I cannot give you a pass if you play with my money and family and friends
And I compete with myself while you niggas competin' with trends
Your foreign is used, I looked up the VIN
I know the truth, no use in pretendin' with him
I'm still in the cut, the boy in the cut
Hop in the whip when the ceilings go up, we up

[Roddy Ricch:]
Goin' way up at the top of the loft
Gotta stay up, ain't no knockin' me off
Pull up smooth, we out with the cross, damn
Countin' up wins on wins on wins, for all of my dawgs I lost
I might call Pharrell, get the new Chanel
Thugger got the YSL, huh
I remember when the Feds did this sweep, I pray my dawgs didn't tell, huh
Couldn't risk it all for lyin', she gave me top with the top off
Cartier wrist, gave that or an Audemar, she got a hand, it's soft, soft
You ain't gettin' money, you ain't fuckin' with me
You ain't in your bitch top, forever
I might pull up in the Six with Drizzy
I was just in Houston fuckin' with mob ties
We don't never ever play two sides
Hang out the Phantom, it's suicide
They right in my way like a road sign
But my necklace is wet like the pool side
Still in the cut, the boy in the cut, yeah

[Drake:]
Hop in the whip when the ceilings go up, we up
Chyeah