Time for Work

[Bridge: Joe Budden]

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

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]

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

Chances are 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 'til the camera froze

To this day her and I remain amicable

She even let me bust first, she so mannerable, HEY!

[Chorus: Emanny]

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

[Interlude: Joe Budden]

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-We Too Old For The Fuck Shit

We wanna talk to you, come on

[Bridge: Joe Budden]

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

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]

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 mind

Just kidding, could tell I like you

She just moved to Queens [?]

Hella prideful, everything I buy two

Everything his/hers, Jemele and Michael

Should've been left, but I'm still in here

Last place she'd expect to see a millionaire go (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

Coma zone, Joe cologne, Jo Malone

Or the Creed bottle, same color as provolone

If it's on Don Corleone go with the throne

Still I'm the best kept secret though I'm ultra known

In the focus homes

And that much real estate like the focus homes

When the clothes is gone

How he gon' bag that? Whole 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 viking

Quite surprising the pulse of my dreams

If Father Stretch appears like Ultralight Beams

Surmised by the size of her thighs, it might seem

Dreamy 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 her crown and she down for whatever, come on

[Chorus: Emanny]

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