Joe Budden, Emanny - Time for Work lyrics

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
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!

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

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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 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

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