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