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 no one

Yeah, yeah

But me, baby

Yeah

Come on, to my thick chicks down in Texas

All the way to New Orleans where the girls cook catfish

And in LA, 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

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 no one

Yeah, yeah

But me, baby

Yeah

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 piece?

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

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 no one

Yeah, yeah

But me, baby

Yeah

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 at 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 no one

Yeah, yeah

But me, baby

Yeah

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