Admit It

歌詞

(Hoooh!) I admit it (I admit it) I was wrong, but I had to get it (Had to get it) Ain't finna be workin' no job that pay seven-fifty (Hell nah) More like seven figures (Figures) My dream was to be a rich nigga (Rich nigga) Studio in the basement tigger (Tigger) Young niggas out pullin' them triggers Why you mad at me, cause my bills paid (Bills paid) I put the lean in my lemonade Stole the lunch money in the 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 it made (Got it made) So many games I ain't never played (Ha) These rappers roaches, need some fuckin' Raid (Fuckin' Raid) Don't need an Uber, got an Escalade (Escalade) Stackin' money, I've been livin' great (Livin' great) She fuck me so good that I woke up late (Ha) I admit (I admit) I was hustlin' 'til I went legit (Went legit) Ran off on the plug I gave him counterfeit (Ha) I admit it (I admit it) I was wrong, but I had to get it (Had to get it) Ain't finna be workin' no job that pay seven-fifty (Hell nah) More like seven figures (Figures) My dream was to be a rich nigga (Rich nigga) Studio in the basement tigger (Tigger) Young niggas out pullin' them triggers I admit it You done me wrong, but I'm glad you did it Yeah, could have 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, yeah, I like my bitch new, yeah Lemme flick my hair back, uh, ravishing Rick Rude, yeah I used to stare at her cat, I tell that shit "roof" She catchin' flashbacks, that what that dick do But I admit it I was fucked up But I ain't trippin' I kept it one hun 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 I thought I was livin' I ain't live enough I had to cut your ass out the picture, so I took a picture and I cut it up, mm I admit it (I admit it) I was wrong, but I had to get it (Yeah, yeah) Ain't finna be workin' no job that pay seven-fifty (I admit it) More like seven figures (Yeah) My dream was to be a rich nigga Studio in the basement tigger (Yeah) Young niggas out pullin' them triggers I admit it You done me wrong, but I'm glad you did it Could have 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 bitch new I admit it I was fucked up I admit it, I'm a trust fund baby