Tonart: C major•
Verse 1
F
G
I admit it (I admit it)
F
I was wrong but I had to get
Ain't finna be working no job that
More like seven figures (figures)
My dream was to be a rich
nigga (rich nigga)
G
Studio in the basement ticking
(ticking)
Young niggas pulling them triggers
Verse 2
F
Oh, you mad at me 'cause
my bills paid (bills paid)
I put lean in my lemonade (lean)
G
Stole the lunch money in the
third grade (third grade)
I told my teacher we could shoot
the fade (woo)
F
My bitch roll with me like
cascade (cascade)
In jail, I learned to play the spades
Now I wake up and I got
a maid (got a maid)
So many games I ain't never played
Verse 3
need some fuckin' Raid (fuckin' Raid)
Don't need an Uber, got an Escalade
Stacking money,
I been living great (great)
She fuck me so good that I woke up late
F
I admit (Iadmit) I was hustling 'til
G
I went legit (went legit)
Verse 4
Ran off on the plug, I gave him counterfeit
F
I admit it (I admit it)
G
F
I was wrong but I had to get
Ain't finna be working no job that
More like seven figures (figures)
My dream was to be a rich
nigga (rich nigga)
G
Studio in the basement ticking
(ticking)
Verse 5
Young niggas pulling them triggers
F
G
I admit it, you done me wrong but I'm glad you did it,
yeah
Could've got you back but I got
F
back to business, bitch, ooh
You know I'm a god,
G
you gotta act religious, bitch
Had to cut you off and give your
F
ass the scissors, bitch, ooh
Verse 6
F
I like my bitch new, yeah
G
Let me flick my hair back, uh
Ravishing Rick Rude, yeah
F
I used to stare at her cat, I tell that shit ruff
G
She catching flashbacks, that
what that dick do
Verse 7
F
But I admit it, I was fucked up
But I ain't trippin', I kept it one hundred
G
The dumbest bitches have
dumb luck
But when shit got sticky,
I ain't get stuck
F
And with all I was given,
I ain't give up
Thought I was living, I ain't live enough
G
I had to cut your ass out the picture
Verse 8
So I took your picture and I cut it up
F
G
I admit it (I admit it)
F
I was wrong but I had to get
Ain't finna be working no job that pay
F
$7.50 (Iadmit it) (add it up)
More like seven figures
(figures) (yeah)
My dream was to be a rich nigga
G
(I admit it) (rich nigga)
Studio in the basement ticking
(ticking) (yeah)
Verse 9
Young niggas pulling them triggers
F
I admit it, you done me wrong but I'm glad you did it,
G
yeah
Could've got you back but I got
F
back to business, bitch, ooh
You know I'm a god,
G
you gotta act religious, bitch, ooh
Had to cut you off and give your ass the scissors,
G
I like my bitch new, she like my bitch too
And she gon' like Rich too
I like my bitches new
G
But I admit it, I was fucked up
I admit I'm a trust fund, baby
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