Admit It lyrics

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
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 seven figures (Figures)
My dream was to be a rich n*gga (Rich n*gga)
Studio in the basement ticking (Ticking)
Young n*ggas pulling them triggers

[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
Why you mad at me 'cause 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 b*tch roll with me like cascade
In jail I learned to 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*ckin' Raid
Don't need an Uber, got an Escalade
Stacking money, I been living great
She f*ck me so good that I woke up late
I admit I was hustling til I went legit
Ran off on the plug, I gave him counterfeit

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
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 seven figures (Figures)
My dream was to be a rich n*gga (Rich n*gga)
Studio in the basement ticking (Ticking)
Young n*ggas pulling them triggers
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
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*tch, ooh
You know I'm a god, you gotta act religious, b*tch
Had to cut you off and give your ass the scissors, b*tch, ooh
I like my b*tch new, yeah
Let me flick my hair back, uh
Ravishing Rick Rude, yeah
I used to stare at her cat, I tell that sh*t "ruff"
She catching flashbacks, that what that di*k do
But I admit it, I was f*cked up
But I ain't trippin', I kept it one hundred
The dumbest b*tches have dumb luck
But when sh*t got sticky, 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 ass out the picture
So I took your picture and I cut it up

[Chorus: Rich the Kid & Lil Wayne]
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) (I admit it)
More like seven figures (Figures) (Yeah)
My dream was to be a rich n*gga (Rich n*gga)
Studio in the basement ticking (Ticking) (Yeah)
Young n*ggas pulling them triggers
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
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*tch, ooh
You know I'm a god, you gotta act religious, b*tch, ooh
Had to cut you off and give your ass the scissors, b*tch, ooh
I like my b*tch new, she like my b*tch too
And she gon' like Rich too
Trust fund, yeah
I like my b*tches new
But I admit it I was f*cked up
I admit I'm a trust fund, baby