Admit It (Explicit) - Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)/Rich The Kid
Lyrics by：Jason "Diet" Silber/Dwayne Carter/Dimitri Roger/Gamal “LunchMoney” Lewis/David A Marcus
Composed by：Jason "Diet" Silber/Dwayne Carter/Dimitri Roger/Gamal “LunchMoney” Lewis/David A Marcus
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***a
Rich n***a
Studio in the basement ticking
Ticking
Young n***as 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 b***h 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
These rappers roaches need some f**kin' Raid
Don't need an Uber got an Escalade
Stacking money I been living great
She f**k 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
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***a
Rich n***a
Studio in the basement ticking
Ticking
Young n***as 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 b***h ooh
You know I'm a god you gotta act religious b***h
Had to cut you off and give your a*s the scissors b***h ooh
I like my b***h new yeah
Let me flick my hair back uh
Ravishing Rick Rude yeah
I used to stare at her cat I tell that s**t ruff
She catching flashbacks that what that d**k do
But I admit it I was f**ked up
But I ain't trippin' I kept it one hundred
The dumbest b***hes have dumb luck
But when s**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 a*s 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 n***a
Rich n***a
Studio in the basement ticking
Ticking
Yeah
Young n***as 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 b***h ooh
You know I'm a god you gotta act religious b***h ooh
Had to cut you off and give your a*s the scissors b***h ooh
I like my b***h new she like my b***h too
And she gon' like Rich too
Trust fund yeah
But I admit it I was f**ked up
I admit I'm a trust fund baby