Reservations

She grabbed my hand, pinky promise it – you swear

Said she love me getting money, baby stay right there

She was the one, Shawty don't cook, don't clean

If you ask her what's for dinner she'll know what that means

She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations

(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)

She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations

(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)

What? That's her ass? Is it real? Can I grab? Can I feel?

Cuz I'm goin' if you're goin' and she goin' and we blowin'

And we growin' and we drinkin', I'm thinkin'

I try to take it to another plate

Take you the states but for the stackes must get another raise

I'm on my mission, million dollar politician

Boxes of phones, a couple cribs that I get the flip

Let me give you the script, this ain't chicken and shit

This is criss with the shrip, this is Christian Dior

7-50 for weed and that's just for desert

I be whippin' that bit, it's expensive to rent

Thinkin' that you and I be ridin' to the party

Eyes blurry, half tip, wanna see that ass skip

Like a CD with a scratch on that shit

Yea, I take you out to eat, we get it crackin' rass

She grabbed my hand, pinky promise it – you swear

Said she love me getting money, baby stay right there

She was the one, Shawty don't cook, don't clean

If you ask her what's for dinner she'll know what that means

She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations

(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)

She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations

(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)

It's like today, Charday, tomorrow, Tamaro

Ain't mine, ain't yours, they borrowed, we share her

Let her run free man, she get loose when she can

Let her in the strip club with 3 bands in each hand

Dollars fallin' like stackin' pens, I be throwin' them too

Throw it in the air and make a wish and hope that it come true

And I wish you was my main bitch, please excuse my language

But I don't give a flyin' motherf**k who you came with

She don't cook, say that she don't clean

Cuz her daddy was a heavy in the dope game

She always had a made, could probly get a chef

If you needed some uh, she could get it for less

I'll be on the patrol for the dollars I' owed

Money over these bitches, if you wanted a coe

Cuz we do. Girl you fine, I see you

You run around with the clique, I bet your friends do too

She grabbed my hand, pinky promise it – you swear

Said she love me getting money, baby stay right there

She was the one, Shawty don't cook, don't clean

If you ask her what's for dinner she'll know what that means

She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations

(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)

She say the only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations

(The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations)

That's her ass? Is it real? Can I grab? Can I feel?

The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations

That's her ass? Is it real?...