"Networking" lyrics
Yeah, huh, yeah
I'm smokin' on different strain, call that networkin'
Huh, baby, come here, I'm tryna see how your neck workin'
Yeah, huh, yeah
Huh, huh, huh, yeah
Huh, smokin' on different strain, call that networkin', huh
Huh, baby, come here, I'm tryna see how that neck workin' (Neck workin')
Huh, might need another 10 how my head hurtin'
Huh, huh, hop in and hit that gas, got her head jerkin'
Huh, huh, cuh finna crash again, ask him, "Is that worth it?"
Huh, huh, all of my bitches a ten, all of 'em dead perfect
Huh, huh, baby bend that ass over, let me see your back workin', huh
Poppin' these Percs like my back hurtin'
If the rap don't work, then I'm back servin', huh, huh
Huh, if the rap don't work, then I'm back servin'
I got clientele on a BlackBerry
I was broke as hell, on a black 'Burban
Now it Burberry, now I'm choppin' sushi all in Blackburn
I'ma show you who gon' catch a hat first
I'ma show you who run up a sack first, huh-huh
Hoppin' out that black truck, lookin' somethin' like Rambo (Buh)
Choppa fire, dragon breath (Uh-huh), we got plenty ammo
Use to rock that Polo, now it's Gucci on my sandals
I've been smokin' cantaloupe, me and gang got plenty of dope
We done bought sopranos, we got keys, piano
I got all this ice on me, lookin' like I'm damn froze
I just flew to N.Y., got me smokin' sprayadora
Shooters on my left and right, goin' when I say so
If she drop the lo', then that bitch a dead ho
She fine, but I don't want her, pass her to my mans, oh
Huh, I'm pourin' red up, I call that bitch DeJ Loaf
Countin' all these blues, put that on the dead locs (On my dead locs)
Huh, smokin' on different strain, call that networkin', huh (Networkin')
Huh, baby, come here, I'm tryna see how that neck workin' (Neck workin')
Huh, might need another ten how my head hurtin'
Huh, huh, hop in and hit that gas, got her head jerkin'
Huh, huh, cuh finna crash again, ask him, "Is that worth it?"
Huh, huh, all of my bitches a ten, all of 'em dead perfect
Huh, huh, baby bend that ass over, let me see your back workin'
Poppin' these Percs like my back hurtin'
If the rap don't work, then I'm back servin', huh, huh
I'm smokin' on different strain, call that networkin'
Huh, baby, come here, I'm tryna see how your neck workin'
Yeah, huh, yeah
Huh, huh, huh, yeah
Huh, smokin' on different strain, call that networkin', huh
Huh, baby, come here, I'm tryna see how that neck workin' (Neck workin')
Huh, might need another 10 how my head hurtin'
Huh, huh, hop in and hit that gas, got her head jerkin'
Huh, huh, cuh finna crash again, ask him, "Is that worth it?"
Huh, huh, all of my bitches a ten, all of 'em dead perfect
Huh, huh, baby bend that ass over, let me see your back workin', huh
Poppin' these Percs like my back hurtin'
If the rap don't work, then I'm back servin', huh, huh
Huh, if the rap don't work, then I'm back servin'
I got clientele on a BlackBerry
I was broke as hell, on a black 'Burban
Now it Burberry, now I'm choppin' sushi all in Blackburn
I'ma show you who gon' catch a hat first
I'ma show you who run up a sack first, huh-huh
Hoppin' out that black truck, lookin' somethin' like Rambo (Buh)
Choppa fire, dragon breath (Uh-huh), we got plenty ammo
Use to rock that Polo, now it's Gucci on my sandals
I've been smokin' cantaloupe, me and gang got plenty of dope
We done bought sopranos, we got keys, piano
I got all this ice on me, lookin' like I'm damn froze
I just flew to N.Y., got me smokin' sprayadora
Shooters on my left and right, goin' when I say so
If she drop the lo', then that bitch a dead ho
She fine, but I don't want her, pass her to my mans, oh
Huh, I'm pourin' red up, I call that bitch DeJ Loaf
Countin' all these blues, put that on the dead locs (On my dead locs)
Huh, smokin' on different strain, call that networkin', huh (Networkin')
Huh, baby, come here, I'm tryna see how that neck workin' (Neck workin')
Huh, might need another ten how my head hurtin'
Huh, huh, hop in and hit that gas, got her head jerkin'
Huh, huh, cuh finna crash again, ask him, "Is that worth it?"
Huh, huh, all of my bitches a ten, all of 'em dead perfect
Huh, huh, baby bend that ass over, let me see your back workin'
Poppin' these Percs like my back hurtin'
If the rap don't work, then I'm back servin', huh, huh
