4.0 Lyrics

Top shotta, real shot caller

Ladies call me big papa

Don't be scared to come and holla

All about a mighty dolla

Tryna kick it with a balla

Ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar

Like I'm three six

Need something with a V12 not no V6

Don't gotta like it, but respect it when you see dis aye

Got a problem speak ya mind but just don't sneak diss aye

Just don't sneak diss

Don't understand it haters throw salt for no reason

But I be on my pivot uh, you can't catch me slippin' nawl

See I'm a vet in the game I'm too seasoned

She say that pussy mine but I'm like baby I'm just leasin'

I'm leasin'

I'm gone

Got my B.A. in P.O

GPA a four.zero

Uh, see you know how da game go

You know how the game go

Ya dig, you know what I'm saying That's coming

From a pimp named Nic West ya dig

Know what I'm saying

I walk the walk; I talk the talk

You gone need a GPS so you don't

Get lost in all this sauce

You dig what I'm talking about

Know what I'm saying

I got flavor for every neighbor, same shit different toilet paper

Back in it, still winning, steady drippin', never simpin'

Groupie love gott'em beggin' for the D like I'm a Piston

Hit it once, like nachos can't do the double dippin'

In the Chi I need extra sauce on my Harold's Chicken

See my money long, I'm talking nose on Scottie Pippin

Aye I'm setting trends, I create the wave and watchem' mimic

Gotta whole lotta guala, lotta haters, I'm unbothered

Gotta dame she a model come and pop it for some dollars

Got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

If you ain't getting money, better get you some

Cause I'm too hot to handle

No stylist

I'm my own designer got broads in Atlanta

I had to raise my standards

Got my B.A. in P.O

GPA a four.zero

Uh, see you know how da game go

You know how the game go

An see like Taco Bell I'm giving too much sauce

It's evident that I keep a Nina, I don't need a subpoena

Even in low tides I'm creating waves ya dig

And that's coming from a pimp named Nic West

Khickaaaaaaaaa