Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Um, hi
I heard y'all was hiring
Yeah, you see, my name is Laquifa
Can you see this tattoo right here on my chest?
Yeah, you don't gotta interview none of them other
Chickenheads out there
I get my credentials from the street, baby
[Verse 2]
Clock the hair (Clock the hair)
Clock the mug (Clock the mug)
Clock the nails
Clock my skirt (Clock my skirt)
Clock the bag (Clock the bag)
Clock the shoes (Clock the shoes)
Now punch the clock, it's time to work
[Verse 3]
Move over, amateurs
Taking mine, taking yours
Uh, somebody better hold my purse, mm-hm
Figure it out like Nancy Drew
Catch up quick like Halleloo
Who gon' check me, boo?
Not you
[Verse 4]
I'm a pro
Pro
I'm a pro
Uh, I'm a professional
Pro
I'm a pro
I'm a pro
Uh, I'm a professional
[Verse 5]
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
Uh-huh, see I am a professional
[Verse 6]
Yes
Approved
Up the ladder
Watch me move
No nine to five
'Round the clock
Overtime
Haters cannot touch my drive
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
Work, work, work
I came to work (I came to what?)
I'm here to work (Mm-hm)
I told y'all I was a professional
Work (Came to what?)
I'm here to work (You came to what?)
I came to work
Uh-huh, didn't you see my badge?
I am a professional
[Verse 9]
Gucci, Prada, Dolce y Cabana
Red Bottoms, yes, I got 'em
No Kardashian collection here
Donna, Karen, Mu, Mu
Jimmy Choo, rhinestone shoe
Jimmy Choo (Looks like a pimp-hoe got her tax return)
Ferragamo, Khloe Dior
Labels, come, give me more
You don't need layaway when you cashin' checks, baby
[Verse 10]
There's hoes clothes in this house, there's some hoes in this house
There's hos clothes in this house, there's some hos in this house
And they 'bout to turn it out, and they 'bout to turn it out
And they 'bout to turn it out, and they 'bout to turn it out
(Now, who's about to turn it out?)
[Verse 11]
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
[Verse 12]
Work, work, work
I came to work (I came to work)
I'm here to work (Nine to five)
I am a professional
Work, work, work
I came to work, work
I'm here to work, work, work
I am a professional
[Verse 13]
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
P-P-P-P-P-P-Professional
[Verse 14]
A what?
Oh, so y'all want me to leave?
Oh no, you ain't gotta call security on me
I came up the elevator, I can leave back down the elevator
Ok, I know she better quit rollin' her eyes at me
From behind that cubicle
I know that
Oh, no, I have a ride home, thank you
Uh, is the bus still runnin'?
(What?)
Written by: C.J. Emmons, Chantaize Darius Pierce