CUT EM IN (feat. Rick Ross)

G. Ry got me Hit-Boy on the beat so, bitch, you gotta go berserk (yeah, yeah, okay, hmm) Sometimes you need a friend Not the ones that just show up and don't put nothin' in You know the ones that lend a hand and wanna see you win When you come up on a lick, make sure you cut 'em in And then, huh Sometimes you need a foe (you need a foe) One that keep your eyes open, keep you on your toes You know the ones that wanna keep you where you been before But I can't go (no, I can't go) No, I can't go (no, I can't go) And woah, huh Sometimes I need a check Not the sneakers but the ones that make you watch your step Fuck your chain, fuck your name, how 'bout your respect? Givin' more than what I get, expectin' nothing back In fact (nothing back) You know I sat down with my accountant He said, "I got good news and I got bad news" (okay) I said, "What's the good news?" He said, "The good news is you made a lot" (whoa, okay) I said, "What's the bad news?" "The bad news is you spent more" (What's wrong) Okay, oh, shit, look Sometimes you need the faith (you need to pray) Sometimes you need to know your worth Sometimes you need to wait (may need to pray) Shoot like the Golden Boy, but ain't from the Bay (I make it rain) You can't negotiate with Dre, you gon' have to pay, but wait Juggin' on the main stage, fuckin' up the main frame Loosen up your face, baby Sometimes I need a vacay (it's the biggest) Meditate, hydrate Protect my energy (huh) before engagement Grew up havin' nothing, you're labeled impatient (huh) But once the boss made it, you labeled amazin' Meticulous with words, that's your force of nature (boss) I don't wanna seem absurd, but that boy's a gangster Foc-focusin' on me, way from Tel-Aviv (Tel-Aviv) Barbados with the hustle, pockets Elandis (woo) Distinctive destinations all I wanna see (see) Oceanfront residences, three different ones a week 'Cause I deserve that (deserve that) It's time to learn that (learn that) Mess around and put that thing up where your perm at (your perm at) Six figures every year, yeah, I earned that (I earned that) At the front of this line is where my turn at (huh) Sometimes you need a friend Not the ones that just show up and don't put nothin' in You know the ones that lend a hand and wanna see you win When you come up on a lick, make sure you cut 'em in And then, huh Sometimes you need a foe Oh Men gon' lie (oh), women gon' lie (oh) You lookin' for the truth, then the numbers don't hide (oh) Lookin' for the root of all evil, then you need to go Open up the briefcase, see it with your eyes (oh) Everybody claim to be greatest of all times But they never spend a day in the rain in the front line (no lie, no lie) Uh, stop playin' on my phoneline Shoot, lock and load, pull up in the space coupe With the roof optional, wonder why they follow suit I've been groomed from the womb, came out of my mama coochie With some brand new tennis shoes, faster than the speedin' bullet Nah, nah, nah, it's cool, it's cool, it's cool (don't play with it, baby) Say what you gon' do with that (stop playin' with it, baby) Turn around, if you don't do it now (don't play with it, baby) Exactly (yeah) 'Cause you're not built like that (it's not a game)