Just a number one champion sound
Yeah, Estelle, we bout to get down
Who the hottest in the world right now?
Just touched down in London town
Bet they give me a pound
Tell them put the money in my hand right now
Set up a motor, we need more seats
We just sold out all the floor seats
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA
I really want to come pick it with you
You'll be my American boy
He said, hey sister, it's really, really nice to meet ya
I just met this 5'7 guy who's just about tight
Like you, like you, like you

I like the way he's speaking
His confidence is peaking
Don't like his baggy jeans
But I'ma like what's underneath it
And no, I ain't been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains
And New York's wide away
First let's see the West End
I'll show you to my bedroom
I'm liking this American boy
American boy
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA
I really want to come pick it with you
You'll be my American boy
American boy
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
You'll be my American boy
American boy
Can we get away this weekend?
Take me to Broadway
Let's go shopping, maybe then we'll go to a cafe
Let's go on the subway
Take me to your hood
I've never been to Brooklyn
And I'd like to see what's good
Dressed in all your fancy clothes
Sneakers looking fresh to death
I'm loving those show toes
Walk in that wall
Talk that slick talk
I'm liking this American boy
American boy
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA
I really want to come pick it with you
You'll be my American boy
Tell him walk, walk, block
Who killing them in the UK?
Everybody gonna say UK
Reluctantly
Cause most of this press don't * with me
Estelle once said, tell me
Cool down, down
Don't act a fool now, now
Always act a fool
Ow, ow
Ain't nothing new now
Now, now, he crazy, I know what you're thinking
Rapina, I know what you're drinking
Rap singer, chain blinger
Holler at the next chick soon as you're blinking
What's your persona about this Americana?
Rhyma, am I shallow?
Cause all my clothes designer
Dress small like a London bloke
Before he speak, his suit bespoke
And you thought he was cute before
Look at this peacoat, tell me he's broke
And I know you ain't into all that
I heard your lyrics, I feel your spirit
But I still talk that cat ass
Cause a lot of wags wanna hear it
And I'm feeling like Mike at his baddest
Like the picture they gladdest
And I know they love it
So to hell with all that rubbish
Would you be my love?
Could you be mine?
Would you be my love?
Would you be mine?
Could you be my love?
Would you be my American boy?
American boy
Take me on a trip
I'd like to go someday
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco, baby
I really want to
Come pick it with you
You'll be my American boy
Be my American boy
Take me on a trip
I'd like to go someday
Take me to New York
I'd love to see LA
I really want to
Come pick it with you
You'll be my American boy
American boy
La la la, la la la, la la
La la la, la la la, la la
La la la, la la la, la la
You'll be my American boy