Admit It

Huh

I admit it (I admit it)
I was wrong, but I had to get it (had to get it)
Ain't finna be workin' no job that pay 750 (add it up)
More like seven figures (figures)
My dream was to be a rich n- (rich n-)
Studio in the basement tickin' (tickin')
Young n- pullin' them triggers

Why you mad at me, 'cause my bills paid?
I put l- in my lemonade (l-)
Throw the lunch money in the third grade (grade)
I told my teacher we could shoot the fade (woh)

My b- roll with me like cascade (cascade)
In jail, I learned to play the spades (play the spades)
Now I wake up, and I got a maid (got a maid)
So many games I ain't never played

These rappers roaches, need some f- Raid
Don't need an Uber, got an Escalade (Escalade)
Stackin' money, I been livin' great
She f- me so good that I woke up late (ha)
I admit I was hustlin' 'til I went legit (went legit)
Ran off on the plug, I gave him counterfeit (ha)

I admit it (I admit it)
I was wrong, but I had to get it (had to get it)
Ain't finna be workin' no job that pay $7.50 (add it up)
More like seven figures (figures)
My dream was to be a rich n- (rich n-)
Studio in the basement tickin' (tickin')
Young n- pullin' them triggers

I admit it, you done me wrong, but I'm glad you did it, yeah
Could've got you back, but I got back to business, b-, ooh
You know I'm a god, you gotta act religious, b-, ooh
Had to cut you off and give your ass the scissors, b-, ooh

Yeah, I like my b- new, yeah
Let me flick my hair back, uh
Ravishin' Rick Rude, yeah
I used to stare at her cat, uh, I tell that s- "ruff"
She catchin' flashbacks, that what that d- do

But I admit it, I was f- up
But I ain't trippin', I kept it one hundred
The dumbest b- have dumb luck
But when s- got sticky, I ain't get stuck
And with all I was given, I ain't give up
Thought I was livin', I ain't live enough
I had to cut your a- out the picture
So I took your picture and I cut it up, uh

I admit it (I admit it) (yeah)
I was wrong, but I had to get it (had to get it) (yeah-yeah)
Ain't finna be workin' no job that pay 750 (add it up) (I admit it)
More like seven figures (figures) (yeah)
My dream was to be a rich n- (rich n-) (I admit it)
Studio in the basement tickin' (tickin') (yeah)
Young n- pullin' them triggers

I admit it, you done me wrong, but I'm glad you did it
Could've got you back, but I got back to business, b-, ooh
You know I'm a god, you gotta act religious, b-, ooh
Had to cut you off and give your a- the scissors, b-, ooh

I like my b- new, she like my b- too
And she gon' like Rich too
Trust fund, yeah, I don't wanna live alone
I admit it, I was f- up
I admit I'm a trust fund, baby