Jay-Z

Course I love you
I love all y'all
Ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha
For real, mmm
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls I do adore
Yo. Put your number on this paper 'cause I would love to date you
Holler at you when I come off tour
I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam
So she call me cabron, plus marricon
So she likes to cook rice, so she likes me home
I'm like, Uno momento, miami, slow your tempo
I got this black chick she don't know how to act
Always talkin' out her neck, makin' her fingers snap
She like, Listen Jagga Man, I don't care if you rap
You better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
I got this French chick that love to French kiss
She thinks she's Bo Derrick, wear her hair in a twist
My Cherie Amour tu ese belle
Merci, you fine as f***, but you given' me hell
I got his Indian squaw and the day that I met her
Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather
She said, All you need to know is I'm not a h***
And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-Of-Dough
Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, Indian and Black
that's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn, I'm gettin' fat
An appetite for destruction, but I scrape the plate
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls I do adore
Yo, put your number on this paper cause I would love to date you
Holler at you when I come off tour yeah
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Firls all over the globe
I'll come scoop you out in that Coupe sitten' on deuce zeros Fix your hair, bring the mirror, let's roll
I got this young chick, she's so immature
She like, Why you don't buy me Reeboks no more?
Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor
Gotta toss a couple dollars just to shut up her holler
I got a project chick that plays the part
Baby girls's so thorough, she been with me from the start
Hid my drugs from the NARCS, hid my guns by the parts
I got this model chick that don't cook or clean
But she dress her a** off and her walk is mean