Artist: Joe Budden f/ Emanny Album: Rage & The Machine Song: Time for Work Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Interlude: Joe Budden] What's goin on in this muh'fucker? ... See a lot of funny looks Made me think there's somethin wrong in this muh'fucker ... If I let the milli rock It'll be a different song in this muh'fucker ... Few bitches in the club Can't we all get along in this muh'fucker? Rodney King and I'm gone in this muh'fucker, grown than a muh'fucker [Joe Budden] Yeah, up top, what's poppin with it? Whatever we doin we doin 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 Now that's my definition of a home-body Got a Roley on her wrist and her tone cocky Nonetheless I only check her cause her dome's sloppy Gave her all that she could handle though She put her mouth around the +Wiz+, somethin Amber Rose Get her naked and she look like Amber Rose I was tapin the whole thing then the camera froze To this day her and I remain amicable She even let me bust first, she's so mannerable Heyyy~! [Chorus: Emanny] If you really dig me How 'bout you leave with me? Come on shorty, let me know We can do whatever Promise, ain't no pressure But hurry girl, I got to go, go [Joe Budden over Chorus] WJBOC 101.9 I'm your host DJ Verified rockin out wit ya Doin it for the grown and sexy out there 35 and up, 35 and up only Call us up, we're doin 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 [Interlude] [Joe Budden] Been thinkin about you for quite some time And you ain't seen crazy quite like mine Nah, I've been occupied, sike, I'm lyin You know how the sayin go, out of sight, out of mind Whoa! Just kidding, could tell I like you She just moved to Queens, she cares, I got brew Hella prideful, with help I buy two Everything his-hers, Jemele and Michael Should've been left but I'm still in here Last place you'd expect to see a millionaire Go! On and on and on and Please baby, no tweets, put away your phone and Ride and moanin 'til five in the morning Had to Uber on the way right at you yawnin Karma's own joke, cologne, Joe Malone Or the green bottle same color as provologne If it's on Don Corleone go at 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 I be goin Baghdad, all approach is wrong And she ain't the type of lady sit in coach for long With me as high king she take a liking to trim and piping when the kitchen Viking Quite surprising the post of my dreams And farther stretch your pants like ultralight beams Surmised by the size of her thighs, it might seem Dreamy eyes get wide with the life of my stream Hey! Gettin all up in her guts with it Hey! Gotta bust multiple nuts with it Uh, that's how it sound when we together She my queen with a crown and she down for whatever C'mon [Chorus] [Emanny over Chorus] You really dig me With me Come on shorty, let me know Hurry girl, I got to go