[Hook]
40 days, 40 nights
I make it rain like Jehovah n*gga, Jesus Christ
All I ever gave a f*ck about was stunting
All I ever gave a f*ck about was stunting
Just hit a lick, we blow it tonight
Make it rain like Jehovah n*gga, Jesus Christ
All I ever gave a f*ck about was stunting
All I ever gave a f*ck about was stunting
[Verse 1]
All I ever gave a f*ck about was stunting
f*cking up racks with my n*ggas like it's nothing
One thing about these b*tches is I don't cuff 'em
Cause these hoes man, they all want something
Young n*gga, ducking racks, chasing the cheddar
These labels wanna sign me, they need a mill or better
Talking dinner parties with label exec's who write checks
And fly on private jets, call it changing the weather
Some people say I changed, I say for the better
Married to the money like we live together
Flock boy ghoster make 'em feel better
Suit got that Benz that will make you get your sh*t together
Man the doors go up on that mo'f*cker
Make you hating ass n*ggas throw up in this motherf*cker
Throw your rent money, like f*ck in this motherf*cker
Watch these hoes flock to me, like good luck in this motherf*cker
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[Verse 2]
All I ever gave a f*ck about stunting
Paid in full like Lou-lou I be fronting
You play with money, that's in the discussion
No rice, no champagne, no nothing
Gotta get it by any means, f*ck you talking bout
Like that crazy n*gga that broke inside of Diddy's house
I need an ounce in the Hamptons, born in the south
Greeted by champagne, bad b*tches, they titties out
Some people love the fame, I just love the money
? that will make the pretty b*tch love me
All my diamonds will make these pretty b*tches wanna f*ck me
On my mama, my phone ringing, I'm still serving custers
Wait, hold up, toast, pour up
My b*tch look like a bag of money, yours looking toe up
Your career on the decline, my sh*t finna' blow up
You got a show in your city, guess which hoes finna' show up
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