Professional (Sped Up)
She wanna be my girlfriend for the night
Come take a ride
Drinks up, fill it up
What that feel like
I'm a professional
I'm a professional
I could take you to the top, penthouse loft
Goin' up, throw it up
Fuck what you thought
I'm a professional
Baby, I'm a professional
Come away
I know a place only you and I could go, oh. (oh, oh)
And if you come with me, I got Spadez on the beat
So we'll take it slow, oh. (oh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh)
Now you know that feel good, right
And you know I'm from the hood, right
I could take you to the top
Got it on lock, Spadez make that shit drop
She wanna be my girlfriend for the night
Come take a ride
Drinks up, fill it up
What that feel like
I'm a professional
I'm a professional
I could take you to the top, penthouse loft
Goin' up, throw it up
Fuck what you thought
I'm a professional
Baby, I'm a professional
And they ask me, Why do you get paid so much
The next question, Why do you get laid so much
My profession is peddlin', pushin' my letters in
Makin' them words to make my paper absurd
Upwards, that's where I'm headed
Penthouse suite, two floors below heaven
Seven, eleven, swisher in one hand
I got this lil' mama who want me to be her man
Damn, L I A
Melrose shoppin' like every day
She on the right track, but she on the wrong train
I'm on a Portland trail, I must be blazin'
That's why my eyes look Asian
And the question she raisin'
Can I join this smoke session
(Nah)
She wanna be my girlfriend for the night
Come take a ride
Drinks up, fill it up
What that feel like
I'm a professional
I'm a professional
I could take you to the top, penthouse loft
Goin' up, throw it up
Fuck what you thought
I'm a professional
Baby, I'm a professional
Now I'm a boss hog just like an animal
I got these chickens all runnin' like Niagara Falls
And when it come to women I can have 'em all
It's so radical, baby like, uh oh
'Cause I could take you to private places
And give you diamonds, smiling faces
Giving you my love be so contagious
So outrageous like I'm hazing
'Cause I'm fightin' just to get ya
Being a rockstar ain't no issue
'Cause I could make my tongue flex
She call me king your highness
'Cause she's a pro (oh, oh)
You know how it go, hands in the air
Take it to the floor
Call me D to the Willz and you know I could flow
She wanna be my girlfriend for the night
Come take a ride
Drinks up, fill it up
What that feel like
I'm a professional
I'm a professional
I could take you to the top, penthouse loft
Goin' up, throw it up
Fuck what you thought
I'm a professional
Baby, I'm a professional
Come take a ride
Drinks up, fill it up
What that feel like
I'm a professional
I'm a professional
I could take you to the top, penthouse loft
Goin' up, throw it up
Fuck what you thought
I'm a professional
Baby, I'm a professional
Come away
I know a place only you and I could go, oh. (oh, oh)
And if you come with me, I got Spadez on the beat
So we'll take it slow, oh. (oh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh)
Now you know that feel good, right
And you know I'm from the hood, right
I could take you to the top
Got it on lock, Spadez make that shit drop
She wanna be my girlfriend for the night
Come take a ride
Drinks up, fill it up
What that feel like
I'm a professional
I'm a professional
I could take you to the top, penthouse loft
Goin' up, throw it up
Fuck what you thought
I'm a professional
Baby, I'm a professional
And they ask me, Why do you get paid so much
The next question, Why do you get laid so much
My profession is peddlin', pushin' my letters in
Makin' them words to make my paper absurd
Upwards, that's where I'm headed
Penthouse suite, two floors below heaven
Seven, eleven, swisher in one hand
I got this lil' mama who want me to be her man
Damn, L I A
Melrose shoppin' like every day
She on the right track, but she on the wrong train
I'm on a Portland trail, I must be blazin'
That's why my eyes look Asian
And the question she raisin'
Can I join this smoke session
(Nah)
She wanna be my girlfriend for the night
Come take a ride
Drinks up, fill it up
What that feel like
I'm a professional
I'm a professional
I could take you to the top, penthouse loft
Goin' up, throw it up
Fuck what you thought
I'm a professional
Baby, I'm a professional
Now I'm a boss hog just like an animal
I got these chickens all runnin' like Niagara Falls
And when it come to women I can have 'em all
It's so radical, baby like, uh oh
'Cause I could take you to private places
And give you diamonds, smiling faces
Giving you my love be so contagious
So outrageous like I'm hazing
'Cause I'm fightin' just to get ya
Being a rockstar ain't no issue
'Cause I could make my tongue flex
She call me king your highness
'Cause she's a pro (oh, oh)
You know how it go, hands in the air
Take it to the floor
Call me D to the Willz and you know I could flow
She wanna be my girlfriend for the night
Come take a ride
Drinks up, fill it up
What that feel like
I'm a professional
I'm a professional
I could take you to the top, penthouse loft
Goin' up, throw it up
Fuck what you thought
I'm a professional
Baby, I'm a professional
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Writer(s): Alexander John Martinez
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