Admit It Lyrics – Lil Wayne ft. 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 Ni*ga (Rich Ni*ga)
Studio in the basement ticking (Ticking)
Young Ni*gas pulling them triggers

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 bi*ch 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 fu*king Raid
Don't need an Uber, got an Escalade
Stacking money, I been living great
She fu*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 seven figures (Figures)
My dream was to be a rich Ni*ga (Rich Ni*ga)
Studio in the basement ticking (Ticking)
Young Ni*gas 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, bi*ch, oh
You know I'm a god, you gotta act religious, bi*ch
Had to cut you off and give your as* the scissors, bi*ch, oh
I like my bi*ch new, yeah
...? my hair back. uh
Grabbing Sh*t, ...?, 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 fu*ked up
But I ain't tripping, I kept it one hundred
The dumbest bi*ches 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 as* 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
(Add it up) (I admit it)
More like seven figures (Figures) (Yeah)
My dream was to be a rich Ni*ga (Rich Ni*ga)
Studio in the basement ticking (Ticking) (Yeah)
Young Ni*gas 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, bi*ch, oh
You know I'm a god, you gotta act religious, bi*ch, oh
Had to cut you off and give your as* the scissors, bi*ch, oh
I like my bi*ch new, she like my bi*ch too
And she ...? too
But I admit it I was fu*ked up
I admit I'm a trust fund, baby