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

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 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 bullshit me

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



[Verse 1]

*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
bullshit 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 bullshit me

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



[Verse 2]

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'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

Fuck
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
bullshit 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 bullshit 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



[Verse 3]

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 bullshit 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 bullshit me

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



You gotta...

Give it to me

Uh, uh huh