F1JO - 40 Days 40 Nights lyrics

[Hook] 40 days, 40 nights I make it rain like Jehovah n***a, Jesus Christ All I ever gave a f** about was stunting All I ever gave a f** about was stunting Just hit a lick, we blow it tonight Make it rain like Jehovah n***a, Jesus Christ All I ever gave a f** about was stunting All I ever gave a f** about was stunting [Verse 1] All I ever gave a f** about was stunting f**ing up racks with my n***as like it's nothing One thing about these b**hes is I don't cuff 'em Cause these hoes man, they all want something Young n***a, 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** together Man the doors go up on that mo'f**er Make you hating a** n***as throw up in this motherf**er Throw your rent money, like f** in this motherf**er Watch these hoes flock to me, like good luck in this motherf**er [Hook] [Verse 2] All I ever gave a f** 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** you talking bout Like that crazy n***a that broke inside of Diddy's house I need an ounce in the Hamptons, born in the south Greeted by champagne, bad b**hes, they titties out Some people love the fame, I just love the money ? that will make the pretty b**h love me All my diamonds will make these pretty b**hes wanna f** me On my mama, my phone ringing, I'm still serving custers Wait, hold up, toast, pour up My b**h look like a bag of money, yours looking toe up Your career on the decline, my sh** finna' blow up You got a show in your city, guess which hoes finna' show up [Hook]