Jay-Z I Just Wanna Love U (Give It To Me)

Let's go

Hov

Uh huh, Hov'

You, are, not, ready

Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova


I'm a hustler baby (I'm a hustler)

I just want you to know (Wanna let you know)

It aint where I been (It aint where I been)

But where I'm bout to go (Top of the world)

Now I just wanna love you (Just wanna love you)

But be who I am (you know you love me)

And with all this cash (mo' money, mo' problems])

You'll forget your man

Now give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullsh*t me

C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff


When the Remi's in the system

Aint no tellin will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em

That's what they be yellin

I'm a pimp by blood, not relation

Y'all be chasin, I replace them

Huh, drunk of Crist', mommy on E

Can't keep her little model hands off me

Both in the club, high, singing off key


And I wish I never met her at all

It gets better, ordered another round

It's, about, to go, down

Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist'

Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere

What do you say, me, you and your Clovey glasses

Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion

Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra

Filth marked jeans, take that off


Give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullsh*t me

C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

I said give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullsh*t me

Motha, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff


Yeah, save the narrative you savin it for marriage

Let's keep it real ma you savin it for cabbage

You wanna see how far I'ma go

How, much I'm a spend but you already know

Zip, zero, stingy with dinero

Might buy you Crist', but that about it

Might light your wrist, but that about it

Fu*k it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips

Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick

Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless

Profess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you down

Get you bling like the Neptune sound

Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold

Ladies love me long time like 2Pac sold

Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies

I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon


Give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullsh*t me

C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

I said give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullsh*t me

Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

I'm a hustler baby (uh, Hov')

I just want you to know (Hov')

It aint where I been

But where I'm bout to go (Hov', Hov')

Now I just wanna love you (young Hova)

But be who I am (know you love me)

And with all this cash (mo' money, mo' problems)

You'll forget your man


Yeah, yeah, yeah

Same song, I'm back, been around the world

Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls

From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia

The Peanuts in L.A., bubblin and dubblins

Can't deny me, why would you want to

You need me, why don't you try me

Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'


Give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullsh*t me

C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

I said give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullsh*t me

Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff


You gotta

Give it to me

Uh, uh huh