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Reservations

She grabbed my hand, pinky promise say you swear

Said she love me getting money, baby stay right there

She was the one, Shawty dont cook, dont clean

If you ask her whats for dinner shell 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? Thats her ass? Is it real? Can I grab? Can I feel?

Cuz Im goin if youre goin and she goin and we blowin

And we growin and we drinkin, Im thinkin

I try to take it to another place

Said you from the states but get mistaken for another race

Im on my mission, million dollar politician shit

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

Let me give you the script, this aint chicken and chips

This is criss with the shrimp, this is Christian Dior

7-50 for weed and thats just for zip

I be whippin that Bentt, its expensive to rent

Thinkin that you when I be ridin to the party

Eyes blurry, half tip, wanna see that ass skip, like...

a CD with a scratch on that shit

and I take you out to eat, we get it crackin thats it!

She grabbed my hand, pinky promise say you swear

Said she love me getting money, baby stay right there

She was the one, Shawty dont cook, dont clean

If you ask her whats for dinner shell 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)

Its like today, Charday, tomorrow, Tamaro

They Aint mine, they aint yours, they borrowed, we share her

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

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

Dollars fallin like saggin pants, 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 dont give a flyin motherfuck who you came with

She dont cook, say that she dont clean

Cuz her daddy was a heavy in the dope game

She always had a maid, could probly get a chef

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

Ill be on the patrol for the dollars Im owed

Its Money over these bitches, if you honor the code

Cuz we do. Girl you fine, I see you

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

She grabbed my hand, pinky promise say you swear

Said she love me getting money, baby stay right there

She was the one, Shawty dont cook, dont clean

If you ask her whats for dinner shell 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)

Thats her ass? Is it real? Can I grab? Can I feel?

The only thing she gotta make for dinner is the reservations

Thats her ass? Is it real?..

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