Lyrics Time for Work - Joe Budden, Emanny

Time for Work

What’s going on in this motherfucker?
See a lot of funny looks, made me think that something’s wrong in this
motherfucker
If I let the milli rock it’ll be a different song in this motherfucker
Two bitches in the club, can’t we all get along in this motherfucker?
Rodney King and I’m gone in this motherfucker
Grown than a motherfucker
Yeah, up top, what’s popping with it?
Whatever we doing we doing it with a lot of bitches
Nigga, I mean a whole lot of bitches
Outside of my normal, some even hotter bitches
Yeah, shorty say all that’s her own body
she already in the phone probably
Ass fat enough to buy that bitch her own property
That’s my definition of a home body
Got a Rollie in her wrist and her tone cocky
Nonetheless I only check her 'cause her dome sloppy
Gave her all that she could handle though
She put her mouth around the wiz, something Amber Rose
Get her naked and she look like Amber Rose
I was taping the whole thing then the camera froze
To this day her and I remain amicable
She even let me bust first, she so mannerable
If you really dig me how about you leave here with me?
Come on, shorty, let me know
Come on, shorty, let me know
We can do whatever, promise, ain’t no pressure
Hurry, girl, I got to go
Hurry, girl, I got to go
WJBOC 101.9, and I’m your host DJ Verified rocking out with you.
Doing it for the grown and sexy out there.
35 and up, 35 and up only.
Call us up, we’re doing a live remote from Club Deco.
Call us up,
1−800−120 for the folk shit.
We wanna talk to you, come on
What’s going on in this motherfucker?
See a lot of funny looks, made me think that something’s wrong in this
motherfucker
If I let the milli rock it’ll be a different song in this motherfucker
Two bitches in the club, can’t we all get along in this motherfucker?
Rodney King and I’m gone in this motherfucker
Grown than a motherfucker
Been thinking about you for quite some time
And you ain’t seen crazy quite like mine
Nah, I’ve been occupied, sike, I’m lying
You know how the saying go, out of sight, out of my world
Just kidding, could tell I like you
She just moved to Queens
Hella prideful, with help I buy too
Everything is hers, Chanel and Michael
Should’ve been left, but I’m still in here
Last place she’d expect to see a millionaire go
On and on and on and
Please, baby, no Tweets, put away your phone and
Ride and moaning to five in the morning
Had to Uber on the way right at you yawning
joke alone, Joe Malone
Of the green bottle same color of provologne
If it’s on Don Corleone go with the throne
Still I’m the best kept secret though I’m
In the focus homes
And that much real estate like the focus homes
When the clothes is gone
I be going going Baghdad, all the approach is wrong
And she ain’t the type of lady to sit in coach for long
With me as high king she take her liking
To trim and piping when the kitchen
Quite surprising the post of my dreams
If father stretch appears like ultralight beams
Surmised by the size of her thighs, it might seem
eyes get wide with the life of my stream, hey
Getting all up in her guts with it
Gotta bust multiple nuts with it
That’s how it sound when we together
She my queen with the crown and she down for whatever
If you really dig me how about you leave here with me?
Come on, shorty, let me know
Come on, shorty, let me know
We can do whatever, promise, ain’t no pressure
Hurry, girl, I got to go
Hurry, girl, I got to go