I Admit It

(Y-y-you're a star) I hate to say that I'm that bitch, but okay, I admit it Fuck n, I ain't no bird, boy, that's for them pigeons I woke up and checked my bank account, I'm shittin' on these lil' bitches Them petty n lyin', shit, I barely pay my tickets We all know the truth 'bout you, don't gotta lie to kick it Please stop calling me a female rapper, bitch, I'm coming different Ain't no big to turn a pussy down, damn, something smelling fishy I be spittin', bitches poppin' p's, excuse me, ms-s-s-s uh I went platinum naturally, ain't had to get no work done Never been no hoe, he tryin to hit, this n homeless Been serving looks since way back then, they save it when I post it This pussy made him hate me, he so mad he can't control it I need $50 just to pop out, take that back and buy a change Let me hit it from the back, call him another n name Pussy good, do what I want and he still tryina grab the reigns Know I'm dragging, ain't no way that our last name could be the same I pulled up in the lambo truck, you hatin' from a Rover This lil' red bitch got a lot of blues, can't wait to pull me over Bitch, I'm a 10, but I stay with a 9, and my bank account got like 8 zeros Only fuck with like 7 bitches, but all my bitches got 6 figures Every song I put out fuckin slaps I gave this bitch 5 Put me 1st, 2nd, 3rd, even 4th, at least I'm top 5 These broke ass n been annoying me How these bitches been letting shit fly? To be honestc I'm harder than most of these n Tell me the hell if I'm lying I hate a bitch that be watching my story but hide Bitch, why is you spying? You thought I wasn't supposed to pick up with your man Bitch please, is you high? If I see you again imma tell you what's up and then block you Bitch, bye I don't argue with bitches that brag about Mexico Bitch, I'm in Dubai Had to make that ugly face, but I still keep it cute Treat my man like Wiz and Kelly, bitch, you just gone see a suit This stand up, bitch made me sit down, he got on half a suit I ain't taking shots from none of these n, but he still tryina shoot Hop in the foreign and just went ghost, this an invisible coupe I make it hard to walk in my shoes, you can't even afford my boots How am I poor and walk out rich? I hate to lose They say men and women lie, you fuckin' right I hate the news I can't even count how many times that I got hated on I don't entertain it, I ignore it and just play along Bitches think I came up overnight, okay, go make a song Then send it back to me so I can tell you that I hate the song (bitch)