P-Money - The Professional lyrics
rate mefeat. Roc Marciano
Since a pupil, I was branded with the stamp of approval
Blow the hammer like a bugle, bitches all struggle
Way before your sex is green doodle, have scruples
Live looting, hoping out the cool cruiser
Crispy eye, Popeye’s shaking
Grease dripping, a breeze, free bitten
Your queen is smitten
Most gangsters smitten, slim pickings
But not for pimping, my gun’s got extensions on
There’s something forming in the hotel snoring
Seats were flawless … I caught it
The layer got slaughtered, I’m looking towards the Forbes list
Live lawless, diplomatic plates on the corners
The deed was tipped off by the informants
Light a big splif from the balcony, this is alchemy
I’m high, I’m out there where the falcon be
Post like ink red, spread the spreaders with the alien head
Don’t ever get banged, switch bags, different homes, stick legs
Post it, missed the end, you gotta give me some credit
20 000 dollars bag, the men came through a hallow heads’ failing
Crack the wine, the feds tapped a line around lunch time
Arrive ducking one time, flying
There’s something young hearts tied, snide
Slide into king size, fingers like visa pops
The Louis key on the sneaker box, this hustle is shit
Feat shuffling heat, rang thunderous
Them niggas don’t fit the criteria, let them tear it to piece
Keep wonder at us, tally up the revenue
Golly color cocaine residue
So muck K, stay respectable
I like to check it, too, we front through celestial
Impress who? Execute unprofessional
