Selfish - Ajey

Tommy, Tommy

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Music, music

Music, yeah, yeah

Aye

Hitting yo phone like wassup

You act like I’m just Trynna fuck

And then I hang up and I call you back

When I hang up, you don’t call me back

Shit get retarded, the feelings fading

Shit, wrote this shit down

While I pictured you naked Then

I hop in the car

Then you hop in right with me

You start smoking that gas

I start sipping that Henny

And I think you the one

That’s that drink fucking with me

Cause my feelings done faded

And I’m feeling real tipsy

I be like

Double texting, double texting

Double texting, I regret it

Get the message, read the message

Why you acting like you never get it

Second chances, second chances

Second guessing, why you second guessing

Delete the number then you pop up random

And I act like I ain’t read it

Yeah

Tell me, Does That Make me Selfish

Tell me, Does That Make me Selfish

Baby, Does That Make me Selfish

Like, yeah

Tell me, Does That Make me Selfish

Baby, yeah, Ajey

Smoking that gas

Girl what it do

Thinking bout' money?

Girl I’m thinking bout' you

Pedal pedal to the floor

Girl I’m Trynna make moves

I was Trynna settle down with you

Then you changed I should’ve knew

I hop in the car

Then you hop in right with me

You start smoking that gas

I start sipping that Henny

And I think you the one

That’s that drink fucking with me

Cause my feelings done faded

And I’m feeling real tipsy

I be like

Double texting, double texting

Double texting, I regret it

Get the message, read the message

Why you acting like you never get it

Second chances, second chances

Second guessing, why you second guessing

Delete the number then you pop up random

And I act like I ain’t read it

Yeah

Tell me, Does That Make me Selfish

Tell me, Does That Make me Selfish

Baby, Does That Make me Selfish

Like, yeah

Tell me, Does That Make me Selfish

Baby, yeah

Double texting, double texting

Double, double, double texting

I’m sippin' trippin' sittin' tipsy

At the damn reception, yeah

I hit your line

But you ain’t answer

Baby, like you always flexin', fuck

Double, double, double texting

Yeah

Time is of the essence

Double texting, double texting

Tell me why you flexin', ohh

I’m sippin' on Henny

You smokin' on that gas, yeah

You got them curves

And I think I’m bout' to crash