Time for Work - Joe Budden, Emanny

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