Admit It Lyrics - Lil Wayne | Rich The Kid

I admit it (I admit it)
I was wrong but I had too get it (had too get it)
Ain’t finna be working no job that pay $7.50 (add it up)
More like 7 figures (figures)
My dream was too be a rich ni^^a (rich ni^^a)
Studio in the basement ticking (ticking)
Young ni^^as pulling them triggers

Why you mad at me ‘cuz my bills paid?
I put lean in my lemonade
Throw the lunch money in the third grade
I told my teacher we could shoot the fade
My bi^^h roll with me like cascade
In jail I learned too play the spades
Now I wake up and I got a maid
So many games I ain’t never played
Thеse rappers roaches, need somе f^^king raid
Don’t need an uber, got an escalade
Stacking money, I been living great
She f^^k me so good that I woke up late
I admit I was hustling til I ..
Ran off on the plug, I gave him counterfeit

I admit it (I admit it)
I was wrong but I had to get it (had to get it)
Ain’t finna be working no job that pay $7.50 (add it up)
More like 7 figures (figures)
My dream was to be a rich ni^^a (rich ni^^a)
Studio in the basement ticking (ticking)
Young ni^^as pulling them triggers

I admit it, you done me wrong but I am glad you did it, yeahh
Could have got you back but I got back to business, bi^^h, ohh
You know I am a god, you gotta act religious, bi^^h
Had to cut you off and give your a^s the scissors, bi^^h, ohh
I like my bi^^h new, yeahh
.. My hair back. Uh
Grabbing s^^t, .., yeahh
I used to stare at her cat, I tell that s^^t ruff
She catching flashbacks, that what that d**k do
But I admit it I was f^^ked up
But I ain’t trippin’, I kept it one hundred
The dumbest bi^^hes have dumb luck
I ain’t get stuck
And with all I was given I ain’t give up
Thought I was living, I ain’t live enough
I had to cut your a^s out the picture
So I took your picture and I cut it up

I admit it (I admit it)
I was wrong but I had too get it (had too get it)
Ain’t finna be working no job that pay $7.50
(add it up) (I admit it)
More like 7 figures (figures) (yeahh)
My dream was to be a rich ni^^a (rich ni^^a)
Studio in the basement ticking (ticking) (yeahh)
Young ni^^as pulling them triggers

I admit it, you done me wrong but I am glad you did it, yeahh
Could’ve got you back but I got back to business, bi^^h, ohh
You know I am a god, you gotta act religious, bi^^h, ohh
Had to cut you off and give your a^s the scissors, bi^^h, ohh
I like my bi^^h new, she like my bi^^h too
And she .. Too
But I admit it I was f^^ked up
I admit I am a trust fund, babyy