Reservations Lyrics

They gotta respect it. Players Club Records. They gotta respect it. Players Club Records. They gotta respect it. Players Club. Yeah. Vibes. Vibes, nigga

I caught my maid playing this when she was cleaning the mansion. Facts

Word. Ah, let's go

On a cell phone, making reservations. I be doing fly shit with no hesitation. Mind focused on steak, getting ready for this date. Speeding down the highway, cause your broad waiting

Pretty brown skinned bitch, look like Sanaa Lathan. First we ate lunch, then after that, we went wine tasting

Rolled up and smoked a blunt by the fire station. The way she look in, that dress, it got my mind racing. Her father, Gullah Geechee, and her mom's Haitian

That's a deadly combination. I beat it like a combination. Half of game is conversation. You lames, should book a consultation. I spit it quick with no concentration

Quit playing with me. Hoe this Ice Lord pussy, now bitch say it with me. She rubs her fingers through my beard while she laying with me. You better know she paying rent if she staying with me

Free game, my nigga, I can't take it with me. I pray that when I make it, my niggas make it with me. Lay a finger on this pimpin' and I'm spraying 50

Hollow tips will have you falling over like you Ditsy. Made man fucking with me would be risky. Ex-bitch texting my phone like she miss me. If you think I'm texting you back, you can miss me

What goes around comes around, 360. What goes around comes around, 360. Players Club

Crazy, crazy. But you know that's how a bitch do, man, you know what I'm saying? Them bitches is fickle, man. They'll leave and then come right back like they ain't do shit, you know? Yeah