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

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 

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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 

Photos 

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