Admit It

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 nigga (rich nigga) Studio in the basement ticking (ticking) Young niggas pulling them triggers Oh, you mad at me 'cause my bills paid (bills paid) I put lean in my lemonade (lean) Stole the lunch money in the third grade (third grade) I told my teacher we could shoot the fade (woo) My bitch 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 fuckin' Raid (fuckin' Raid) Don't need an Uber, got an Escalade (Escalade) Stacking money, I been living great (great) She fuck me so good that I woke up late I admit (Iadmit) I was hustling 'til I went legit (went legit) 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 seven figures (figures) My dream was to be a rich nigga (rich nigga) Studio in the basement ticking (ticking) Young niggas pulling 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, bitch, ooh You know I'm a god, you gotta act religious, bitch Had to cut you off and give your ass the scissors, bitch, ooh I like my bitch new, yeah Let me flick my hair back, uh Ravishing Rick Rude, yeah I used to stare at her cat, I tell that shit ruff She catching flashbacks, that what that dick do But I admit it, I was fucked up But I ain't trippin', I kept it one hundred The dumbest bitches have dumb luck But when shit 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 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 (I admit it) (add it up) More like seven figures (figures) (yeah) My dream was to be a rich nigga (I admit it) (rich nigga) Studio in the basement ticking (ticking) (yeah) Young niggas pulling 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, bitch, ooh You know I'm a god, you gotta act religious, bitch, ooh Had to cut you off and give your ass the scissors, bitch, ooh I like my bitch new, she like my bitch too And she gon' like Rich too Trust fund, yeah I like my bitches new But I admit it, I was fucked up I admit I'm a trust fund, baby