Admit It
Lil Wayne Rich The Kid Lyrics

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(Hoo) 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

Overall Meaning

The song "Admit It" by Rich the Kid and Lil Wayne is all about the journey to success and the sacrifices one makes to get there. The first verse is a reflection on the artist's career aspirations, with reference to the dream of being a rich businessman. He mentions his humble beginnings, starting from a basement studio, and now being able to live on his own terms. He asserts that he would rather make "seven figures" than work a regular job that pays "seven-fifty". The artist implies that he is so rich now that he doesn't need an Uber and can afford an Escalade. He also acknowledges that he hasn't played all the games that life has to offer yet.

In the second verse, he switches it up and reflects on his past and some of the negative interactions that led him to where he is now. He mentions getting in trouble in school by stealing lunch money and asserting power on the playground, leading to him being put in jail. Despite everything, he claims to have kept things honest and hustled until he went legit. The chorus repeats the sentiment that he was wrong in the past, but he had to do what he had to do.

The bridge is Lil Wayne's verse, in which he is also reflecting on his past and comparing himself to a deity. He mentions being betrayed by someone and feeling the need to cut them out of his life like a piece of paper. He speaks about his riches giving him power, him getting over his wrongdoing, and him having a new lady in his life. The song ends with Rich the Kid chorusing that he admits he was wrong, but he's grown now and is a "trust fund baby".

Line by Line Meaning

I admit it (I admit it)
I confess

I was wrong, but I had to get it (had to get it)
I made a mistake, but I had to take action

Ain't finna be workin' no job that pay seven-fifty (hell nah)
I won't accept a low-paying job

More like seven figures (figures)
I want to make a lot of money

My dream was to be a rich nigga (rich nigga)
I aspire to be wealthy

Studio in the basement, Tigger (Tigger)
I record music in my home studio

Young niggas out pullin' them triggers
My peers are involved in dangerous activities

Why you mad at me, 'cause my bills paid (bills paid)
Why are you angry because I can afford to pay my bills?

I put the lean in my lemonade
I mix cough syrup with my drink

Stole the lunch money in the third grade
I stole money from a classmate in elementary school

I told my teacher we could shoot the fade (woo)
I challenged my teacher to a fight

My bitch roll with me like Cascade (Cascade)
My partner accompanies me everywhere

In jail, I learned to play the spades (play the spades)
I learned how to play a card game while incarcerated

Now I wake up and I got it made (got it made)
I wake up with success and comfort

So many games I ain't never played (Ha)
There are many experiences I have not had

These rappers roaches, need some fuckin' Raid (fuckin' Raid)
These other musicians are low-class, annoying pests

Don't need an Uber, got an Escalade (Escalade)
I have a nice, expensive car and do not need to use ride-sharing services

Stackin' money, I've been livin' great (livin' great)
I am accumulating a lot of wealth and living well

She fuck me so good that I woke up late (ha)
My partner and I had sex and I overslept

You done me wrong, but I'm glad you did it
Despite being mistreated, I now see it was for the best

Yeah, could have got you back but I got back to business, bitch
I could have sought revenge, but I decided to focus on my work

Ooh, you know I'm a God, you gotta act religious, bitch
I have a high opinion of myself and expect others to treat me accordingly

Ooh, had to cut you off and give your ass the scissors, bitch
I had to end our relationship and sever ties completely

I like my bitch new, yeah
I have a new partner and am happy with our relationship

I used to stare at her cat, I tell that shit 'roof'
I used to be infatuated with her genitalia and now make a crude joke about it

She catchin' flashbacks, that what that dick do
She remembers our past sexual encounters fondly

But I admit it, I was fucked up
I acknowledge that I made mistakes

But I ain't trippin,' I kept it one hun'
I am not worried about it, I stayed true to myself

The dumbest bitches have dumb luck
Even unintelligent people can succeed through luck

But when shit got sticky I ain't get stuck
When things got difficult, I did not surrender

And with all I was given, I ain't give up
Despite facing adversity, I persevered with what I had

I thought I was livin' I ain't live enough
I realized that my previous lifestyle was not satisfying

I had to cut your ass out the picture, so I took a picture and I cut it up, mm
I removed you from my life completely, including physically destroying pictures of us together

She like my bitch too
My new partner is attracted to my old partner as well

And she gon' like Rich too
My new partner will also like Rich The Kid (the musician)

Trust fund, yeah
I come from a wealthy family and have financial security

I admit it, I'm a trust fund, baby
I acknowledge that I have money through inherited wealth

Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: David A. Marcus, Dimitri Roger, Dwayne Carter, Gamal "Lunchmoney" Lewis, Jason "Diet" Silber

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