Selfish

I'm calling (yeah, maybe I'm selfish) Out to (I want you to myself, I can't help it) All my (yeah, maybe I'm selfish) Y'all my ladies And I can't (maybe I'm selfish) Let you, let you (I want you to myself, I can't help it) Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) But me (yeah) baby Come on, to my thick chicks down in Texas All the way to New Orleans where the girls cook catfish And in L.A., every chick's an actress Hollywood status with the shaded glasses To Detroit, yeah the place that I rest Where the ladies got ass and symbolize sex And hot Atlanta, y'all is one of the best Where they speak Southern slang and smoke la cess And New York, women are way too fresh Too much on your mind, let me ease that stress I wish you all were mine, it's so selfish Maybe I'm feeling myself too much, I guess But, to my ladies all across the globe In small towns that I don't even know To all local international codes Whether you see me in streets or catch me at shows I'm calling (yeah, maybe I'm selfish) Out to (I want you to myself, I can't help it) All my (yeah, maybe I'm selfish) Y'all my ladies And I can't (maybe I'm selfish) Let you, let you (I want you to myself, I can't help it) Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) But me (yeah) baby Uh, and don't be tryna come around my girl actin' like Mr. Friendly And steal the spotlight like Mr. Bentley I spotted her like Spud McKenzie And for them fake boobies, I paid them Benjis Get your own I got Paris, he got Nicky, he tried to get 'em a clone He said, "Ye, you know you got extra hoes And everything you do is extra cold" From the Polo fleece to the Jesus piece I got family in high places like Jesus' niece Can I please, say my peace? If y'all fresh to death, then I'm deceased And this one here is a heatrocks, spit like a beat box The way the beat rocks, new version of Pete Rock But for that Benz, I get CL love So I switch my girls around like 3L-dub I'm calling (yeah, maybe I'm selfish) Out to (I want you to myself, I can't help it) All my (yeah, maybe I'm selfish) Y'all my ladies And I can't (maybe I'm selfish) Let you, let you (I want you to myself, I can't help it) Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) But me (yeah) baby What up Pam? How your little man doing in New Jersey? Last I heard he caught the flu and you was worried Hope he feels better, and thanks Jonetta from Cleveland For that good head in your Jetta, better believe it Shanice, you're my piece from Compton, before I'm off the plane Make sure you cop some trees to spark up Danielle, ATL, got them pictures in the mail You sealed with a kiss and you sent it with Chanel You looking good in that one showing off your body Had a Beverly Hills mami that would buy me Cartis Take me to afterparties, her name was Khari And it sucks that we didn't keep in touch, I'm sorry But, hey Kim, how's Minneapolis? You so pretty, hate you show off your titties for silly classes 'Cause I love you girls, though you ain't mine I wish my arms was long enough to hug you all of the same time I'm calling (yeah, maybe I'm selfish) Out to (I want you to myself, I can't help it) All my (yeah, maybe I'm selfish) Y'all my ladies And I can't (maybe I'm selfish) Let you, let you (I want you to myself, I can't help it) Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) But me (yeah) baby I'm calling (calling) Out to (out to) All my (all my) Y'all my ladies And I can't (I can't) Let you (let you) Be with no one But me, baby