Reservations (Sir Michael Rocks)

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?...