P-Money (NZ) - The Professional lyrics

[Roc Marciano] Since a pupil I was branded with the stamp of approval Blow the hammer like a bugle; b**h, it's all strudel With the four door Six is green doodle, have scruples Live youthful, hopping out the coop, crucial Crispy eyed, Popeye's chicken, grease dripping Your breed is flee-bitten, your queen is smitting No schemes or smittings, slim pickings, but not for pimping My guns got extensions on 'em, there's something falling In the hotel snorring, she's from Florence The feelings euphoric, I caught it, and laid a guy slaughtered I'm looking towards the Forbes list, live lawless Diplomatic plates on the corners The deeds 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 Posers like henny red, I spread the sweaters with the Indian head Forever get branded, switch bags, different hoes, thick legs Post it, missed the end, you gotta give me some credit 20 000 dollars bag, the med come for a hollow head's fed Crack the wine, the feds tapped a line around lunch time Arrive ducking one time, flying With something young and hard, too tight, snide Slide into king size, fingers like visa pops The Louis key on the sneaker box, this hustle is sh** Feat shufflers heat, rain thunderous Them n***as don't fit the criteria, let the interior peace Keep it under us, tally up the revenue Golly color c**aine residue, roll up cake, stay respectable Collect a check or two, we credible celestial Impress who? Execute unprofessional