Jay-z - I Just Wanna Love You (give It To Me) lyrics

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 ain't 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** me C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin' Will I f** '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 off Crist', mami 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 Chloe gla**es Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra Filth Mart jeans, take that off Give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullsh** 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** me Mama, 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 karats You wanna see how far I'm a go How, much I'ma 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 f** 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's soul 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** 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** 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' in Dublin 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** 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** me Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff You gotta, Give it to me Uh, uh huh