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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Rich The Kid
Vocals
LunchMoney Lewis
Programming
Jason Silber
Programming
DiemOnDeck
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Silber
Composer
David A. Marcus
Composer
Dimitri Roger
Lyrics
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Lyrics
Gamal "LunchMoney" Lewis
Songwriter
Gamal Kosh Lewis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LunchMoney Lewis
Producer
Jason Silber
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Cristal Viramontes
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Manny Galvez
Recording Engineer
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
DiemOnDeck
Producer
Lyrics
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
Writer(s): Gamal Lewis, Dwayne Carter, Dimitri Leslie Roger, David A. Marcus, Jason Silber
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