I Admit

[Chorus]
Bitch I admit, yeah I'm a flunky
Don’t give a fuck, bitch I'm gettin' that money
I see they plottin’ but won't take it from me
Don't say it's smoke, that's gon' get you put under

[Post-Chorus]
Hop in my bag, don't give a fuck
Had to get back, fuck, I let it bust
We like the cable, I'm gettin’ it cut
Fuck it, bust with that heat if you don’t wanna stuff

[Verse 1]
Nigga, I started from bottom, now I'm on the top
How did I make it and I’m gonna rock
I kept my patience, it earned me a spot
Now I'm makin' hits and I'm countin’ this guap
You don't want smoke with me, put that on God
I really come from this side
He don't want smoke with the gods
Put that on me, bitch they all down to ride

[Chorus]
Bitch I admit, yeah I'm a flunky
Don't give a fuck 'cause I'm still gettin' money
I see 'em plottin' but won't take it from me
Don't say it's smoke, that's gon' get you put under, yeah

[Verse 2]
You think it's too [?]
We make it rain on your block
Watch me slide with that stick and hop out
He in the mud, that's another man down
Keep that ratchet and I keep that loud
Keep on cappin', get hit with the round
Bitch, I don't give a fuck who you is
Bitch, we still get [?] hit on your glick
I'm in the city, I keep me a stick
Not in my city, I keep me a bitch
I know she fuck with me, got keys to her whip
I just give her that dick when she need a fix

[Bridge]
Bitch I admit, yeah I'm a flunky
Don't give a fuck, no, 'cause I'm gettin' money
I see they plottin' but they won't take nothin'
Don't say it's smoke, that's gon' get you put under

[Chorus]
Bitch I admit, yeah I'm a flunky
Don't give a fuck, bitch I'm gettin' that money
I see they plottin' but won't take it from me
Don't say it's smoke, that's gon' get you put under

[Post-Chorus]
Hop in my bag, don't give a fuck
Had to get back, fuck, I let it bust
We like the cable, I'm gettin' it cut
Fuck it, bust with that heat if you don't wanna stuff, yeah

[Verse 3]
I'm getting class
Gotta thank God, it's a blessin'
I don't gotta send 'em more bags
I was nickel and dime and distressed
Bitch, I'm the Superman, super breezy
I gotta stack them bands for the vision
I gotta stack until it hit the ceilin'
I just can't stomach the thought and the feelin', yeah