Admit It Lil Wayne & Rich The Kid
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[Chorus: 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 nigga (Rich nigga)
Studio in the basement ticking (Ticking)
Young niggas pulling them triggers
[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
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 bitch 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 fuckin' Raid
Don't need an Uber, got an Escalade
Stacking money, I been living great
She fuck 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
[Chorus: 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 nigga (Rich nigga)
Studio in the basement ticking (Ticking)
Young niggas pulling them triggers
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
[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
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 bitch 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 fuckin' Raid
Don't need an Uber, got an Escalade
Stacking money, I been living great
She fuck 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
[Chorus: 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 nigga (Rich nigga)
Studio in the basement ticking (Ticking)
Young niggas pulling them triggers
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