Time For Work Lyrics - 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 

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 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-We Too Old For The Fuck 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 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 

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 

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 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