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

You're my ladies
And I can't
Yeah, maybe I'm selfish
Let you, let you
I want you to myself, I can't help it

Be with no one

But me, baby

To my thick chicks down in Texas
All the way to New Orleans where the girls could catfish
And in LA every chick's an actress
Hollywood standard with the shady glasses
To Detroit, yeah, the place that I rest
Where the ladies got to sell a lotta sex

And outta land y'all is one of the best
Where they speak Southern and 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 y'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
When 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

You're my ladies
And I can't
Yeah, maybe I'm selfish
Let you, let you
I want you to myself, I can't help it

Be with no one

But me, baby

And don't be tryna come around my girl acting 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 Nicki, he tried getting a clone
He said, "Yeah, you know you got extra"

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 heat rock, spit like a beat box
The way the beat rocks, new version of Pete Rock
Before 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

You're my ladies
And I can't
Yeah, maybe I'm selfish
Let you, let you
I want you to myself, I can't help it

Be with no one

But me, 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 in your Jetta
Better believe it
Shanice, you 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 send it with Chanel
You looking good in that one showing off your body

Had a Beverly Hills mami that would buy me Cardis
Take me to after parties, her name was Kari
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 facility 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

You're my ladies
And I can't
Yeah, maybe I'm selfish
Let you, let you
I want you to myself, I can't help it

Be with no one

But me, baby

I'm calling (Calling)
Out to (Out to)
All my (All my)
You're my ladies

And I can't (I can't)
Let you (Let you)
Be with no one but me, baby