Yeat – Admit It Lyrics

Admit It

Yeat

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"Admit It." - Yeat

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 12:51 am

Album: Wake Up Call

Track No: 01

Hmm-mm, it's so elegant
I'm rocking the tee, it's so elegant
My money bigger than big, like an elephant
(Bak got the game on lock, you heard me?)
Yeah (yeah)
I'm rocking the tee, it's so elegant
My money bigger than big, like an elephant
She eat the dick in her mouth like a pelican
Rock with the realest and none of us hesitant
Speakin' some facts, I should be the president
Felt like it's porn without all the cameramen
Once I get money, I won't be depressed again
Say what I mean, you know what was happening
Beatin' my checks like buss down King Kong
Only got two cups, don't play ping pong
This shit too catchy, come on sing along
Yeah, I'll admit it, I live like a junkie
But I still did it, man, whole lotta money
You wanna split it, I don't find it funny
Know I won't quit it, she hop like a bunny
Pots over kick it, you know I get wicked
You talkin' the shit on Twitter, you's a cricket
Yes I'm a stoner, I know I'll admit it
Bitch yeah, I'm leanin', I pivot
Your money tall as a midget
Yeah, my money changin' in digits
I'm high as fuck like a pigeon, yeah (yeah)
Don't get it wrong, don't get twisted
I'm goin' up, my ass you can kiss it (bye-bye), bye
I can't fuck with nobody, seem they recording me
Copy my drip, it's like I imported 'em
Sip on the DJ Fay, yeah, I pour it up
She too hot, feel like it's Florida, uh (ha-ha)
We in the back of the Benz with her friends
She wan' dance, get a game
On my dick with her friends
No, I won't split it, I fuck on these bitches
The back of the building, yeah that's where we kick it
I'm gettin' this money, you're short like a midget
Not talkin' Mortal Kombat, Liu Kang, I kick it
I just called Chief, yeah, listen (brrt)
I got new sheets, yeah, exquisite
I got this money, my gang, I split it
I'm misunderstood how I don't fit in (fuck off)
I'm rocking the tee, it's so elegant
My money bigger than big, like an elephant
She eat the dick in her mouth like a pelican
Rock with the realest and none of us hesitant
Speakin' some facts, I should be the president
Felt like it's porn without all the cameramen
Once I get money, I won't be depressed again
Say what I mean, you know what was happening
Yeah, yeah
With the OG gas 'cause she see it from the top show (oh)
Your racks so trash, wrap it in a nutshell (wrap it up, wrap it up)
Yeah, I do not ask, I do not show and tell (I do not show and tell)
Yeah, I'm gettin' calls, I'ma get clients now
Boy, I need that cash and that shit like pronto
Rollin' a leaf in the woods, smoke fine toke
Pourin' up deuce in the blue, what a fine tone
Every day I get a present, this shit like Santa
Boy, you keep talkin' shit, we gon' get fed up (we gon' get fed up)
Yeah, all in my cheese, all in my feta (all in my feta)
I cannot trust all you 12
Sick in the water just like it's a well (well)
They wish me the worst, they don't wish me well
I got a song, it's called I can tell
I'm rocking the tee, it's so elegant
My money bigger than big, like an elephant
She eat the dick in her mouth like a pelican
Rock with the realest and none of us hesitant
Speakin' some facts, I should be the president
Felt like it's porn without all the cameramen
Once I get money, I won't be depressed again
Say what I mean, you know what was happening

Writer(s): Yeat, Bak.

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