[Chorus: John Legend & Slum Village]
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

[Verse 1: Josh Cortes]
Come on, now can I get a quick consensus
How slick I am, just too tremendous
You too fine, you could be an actress
But in due time, it’s going to take some practice
She looked me in the eyes, said, “I don’t mean to press”
Feels that shе may not be able to impress
Shit, baby you onе of the best, now lay back in the bed
And let me give you some sex
I know sometimes I’m way too fresh
But if you don’t mind, let me ease that stress
I take my time, heard that’s far-fetched
Maybe I’m feeling myself too much I guess
To all my ladies, all across the globe
If you got time, let’s go for a stroll
In all towns, ones I don’t even know
Let’s give them a show and let’s build Rome
[Chorus: John Legend & Slum Village]
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

[Verse 2: Josh Cortes]
Uh, and don’t be trynna come round my girl actin' like Mr. Friendly
And steal the spotlight, like Mr. Bentley
I spotted Morgs and both these Brittanys'
And for them “fake” boobies, I paid them Benjies
Getcha own, he got Paris, I want Nikki I’m about to get her a throne
She said, "Yeah, but I know you got extra hoes
And everything you do is extra cold"
In-between these sheets, to city streets
Time spent with me, will just be too sweet
Can I please, say my peace?
If you fresh to death, baby I’m deceased
And this one here, yeah, she bops, spits like a beatbox
When I’m in the box, we’ll keep it discrete pops
And for my exes, I still give love
But I switch my girls around like 3L-dub
[Chorus: John Legend & Slum Village]
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

[Verse 3: Josh Cortes]
What up girl, how’s your new plan doing in New Jersey?
Last I heard from you, well, you know the story
Hope you feel better, back then I had no reason
For you, I would have done anything, I couldn’t believe it
I saw shawty the other day, in the gym- and to be honest I was a little nervous to walk up
Damn, you been working out?, cause I could tell
I had my eyes on the booty, but I’m sure you could tell
You looking good, I see you showing off that body
I love stretch marks and blemishes, not a Barbie
Now come over here and be the Whitney to my Bobby
And it sucks that we didn't keep in touch, I'm sorry
But, for now, I’ll let them take their chances
You too pretty, to be letting me get the advantage
I love you girls even though you ain't mine
I wish my arms was long enough to hug you all at the same time
[Chorus: John Legend & Slum Village]
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

[Outro: John Legend]
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