Drake - In the Cut lyrics

[Intro: Drake] Ayy, yeah Pipe this sh*t up and I turn this sh*t up When I was down, I was down Now them diamonds for fun like damn Ayy, yeah [Verse 1: Drake] Trendsetter, Ben Frank getter (Yeah) Whip whatever, whip whatever I buy diamonds when I'm under pressure (Yeah) When I apply it, sh*t 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 ni**as 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 ni**as competin' with trends Your foreign is used, I looked up the VIN I know the truth, no use in pretendin' with him [Chorus: Drake] Still in the cut, The Boy in the cut Hop in the whip where the ceilings go up, we up [Verse 2: Roddy Ricch] And I'm way up at the top of the loft Gotta stay up, ain't no knockin' me off Pull up smooth, A.I. with the cross (Haha) 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 the sweep, I pray my dawgs didn't tell, huh Cruisin’ down Biscayne I was in Miami, she gave me top with the top off Cartier wrist gang, got her a Audemar She got the head, knock your socks off You ain’t gettin' money, you ain’t fu*kin' with me You ain't in your b*tch top five I might pull up in the Six with Drizzy I was just in Houston, fu*kin' with the mob ties We don’t never ever play two sides Hang out the Phantom, it's suicide They ridin' my wave like a rogue tide My necklace is wet like the poolside [Chorus: Drake, Drake & Roddy Ricch] Still in the cut, The Boy in the cut, yeah Hop in the whip where the ceilings go up, we up