Reservations Lyrics

She grabbed my hand, pinky promise say 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 place Said you from the states but get mistaken for another race I’m 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 ain’t chicken and chips This is criss with the shrimp, this is Christian Dior 7-50 for weed and that’s just for zip I be whippin’ that Bentt, it’s 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 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) [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/reservations-lyrics-sir-michael-rocks.html ] 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 They Ain’t mine, they ain’t 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 don’t give a flyin’ motherfuck 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 maid, 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’m 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 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?..