I Admit It

I admit it, I admit it, I admit it
I admit it, I admit it, I admit it
I admit it, I admit it, I admit it
I admit it, I admit it, I admit it

Hit it, flick it, wet it, lick it
Smoke and chill, try to ceil
Higher power, psychedelics
Higher bass, that's a challenge
Marijuana, sex, bodies
Louis V, Gucci, Prada
Money problems ain't no problem
Put your hands up

Damn

Damn

Pasties on the titties (I admit it, I admit it)
'Bout 20 thousand bitches (I admit it, I admit it)
I ain't taking any pictures (I admit it, I admit it)
But my purchases got me fitted (I admit it, I admit it)

I admit it, I admit it, I admit it
I admit it, I admit it, I admit it
I admit it, I admit it, I admit it
I admit it, I admit it, I admit it

(I admit it, I admit it)
(I admit it, I admit it)
(I admit it, I admit it)
(I admit it, I admit it)

Perks, I'm tipsy, lean
Let get it, get it in
Money on the ceilin'
Checks, how you feelin'? (Uh)



Credits
Writer(s): Mitch Bell, Steven S. Zhu, Golden Landis Von Jones, Aaron Michael Leibowitz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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