Pulp Fiction

Hook:

Oh, oh, oh, no

You treat my heart like it's a movie

You blew my blazer in a car

You treat my heart like it's a movie

Professional!

Uh, uh, uh

Who would have knew you and me whilst

I'm looking down at my lap,

Like yeah, she got us!

I'm looking down all around and see who watches us,

And became the perfect option.

You treat me like a movie, a Tarantino truly

You're looking me up and down like you knew me

But look at how you do me!

And how you do me is got me chasing you around like a groupie

A chauffeur for you!

The way that I'm on you until you pop shit

Not going to ignore you like I'm Vincent Vega

As soon as I shake, girl, you turn it up major

And I'll be back gone, you treat me like a movie.

Hook:

Oh, oh, oh, no

You treat my heart like it's a movie

You blew my blazer in a car

You treat my heart like it's a movie

Professional!

Behind the wheel for life

Addictive the generosity, share the mic

She opened the briefcase and ordered real on sight

I'll make them .. only clapping...

And know the hype, and honestly my addiction is women, right?

And all I want is to come to Brooklyn and spend the night

Said she almost died seeing what living's like

Huh, cancel on a car service and missing flights.

My Louis wallet reeds bad motherfucker

I'mma bad motherfucker, they relax till I come up

And then they get giddy, and they ask, can we caught up

And knowing all the action gotta love us

My heart's not a movie, huh!

Hook:

Oh, oh, oh, no

You treat my heart like it's a movie

You blew my blazer in a car

You treat my heart like it's a movie

Professional!

You treat my heart like it's a movie

You blew my blazer in a car

You treat my heart like it's a movie

Professional!