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Um, hi, I heard y'all was hiring? Yeah, yeah my name is Laquifa Can you see this tattoo right here on my chest? Yeah, you don't got to interview any of them chicken heads down there I get my credentials from the street baby Clock the hair Clock the mug Clock the nails Clock my skirt (clock my skirt, you better get into it) Clock the bag Clock the shoes Now punch the clock it's time to work Move over amateurs Taking mine, taking yours Uh, somebody better hold my purse, mm-hmm Figure it out like Nancy Drew Catch up quick like Halleloo Who gon' check me, boo? Not you I'm a pro Pro I'm a pro Uh, I am a professional Pro I'm a pro I'm a pro Uh, I'm a professional Work (work work) I came to work (work work) I'm here to work (work work) I told y'all I was a professional Work (work work) I came to work (work work) I'm here to work (work work) See I am a professional Yes Approved Up the ladder Watch me move No 9-to-5, 'round the clock, overtime Haters can not touch my drive References I'm a pro Pro I'm a pro Honey, I am a professional Pro (what) I'm a pro (what) I'm a pro (what) I am a professional Work (work work) I came to work (work work) I'm here to work, mm-hmm, (work) I told y'all I was a professional Work (work work) I'm here to work (work work) I came to work (work work) Didn't you see my badge? I am a professional Gucci, Prada Dolce Gabana Red Bottom, yes I got them No Kardashian collection here Donna Karan, Miu Miu Jimmy Choo Rhinestone shoe, looks like a pimpo got her tax return Ferragammo, Chloé, Dior, labels come, gimme more You don't need layaway when you cashing checks baby There's some pros in this house There's some pros in this house There's some pros in this house There's some pros in this house And they bout' to turn it out And they bout' to turn it out And they bout' to turn it out Laquifa bout' to turn it out I'm a pro Pro I'm a pro Honey, I am a professional Pro I'm a pro I'm a pro I am a professional Work (work work) I came to work I'm here to work I am a professional Work (work work) I came to work (work work) I'm here to work (work work) I am a professional Oh, what? Oh, so ya'll want me to leave? Oh no, you ain't gotta call security on me I came up the elevator, I can go back down the elevator Okay, I know she gon' got be rollin her eyes at me from behind that cubical I know that, uh no, I have a ride home, thank you Uh, is the bus still runnin'? What?!
Writer(s): Chantaize Darius Pierce Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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