I Just Wanna Love U Lyrics - The Hits Collection Vol. 1 - Jay-z

I'm a hustler baby, I just want you to know 

It ain't where I been, it's where I'm 'bout to go 

Take it from the top 

Now I just wanna love you, you know I love you 

But be who I am, I know you love me 

And with all this cash, you'll forget your man 

Now give it to me 

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 

But don't fool with me 

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 

When the Remi's in the system, ain't 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 

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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 glasses 

Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion 

Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra 

Filth marked jeans, take that off 

Now give it to me 

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 

But don't fool with me 

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 

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You gotta give it to me 

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 

But don't fool with me 

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 

I told you, save the narrative, you savin' it up 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'm a spend but you already know 

Zip, zero, stingy with Dinero 

Might buy you Crist' but that about it 

I might light your Crist' but that about it 

Okay, 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 

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 

Now give it to me 

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 

But don't fool with me 

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 

You better give it to me 

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 

But don't fool with me 

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 

I'm a hustler baby, I just want you to know 

It ain't where I been, but where I'm 'bout to go 

Now I just wanna love you 

But be who I am 

And with all this cash, you'll forget your man 

Same song, I'm back, been around the world 

Romancing 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 

Now give it to me 

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 

But don't fool with me 

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 

You better give it to me 

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 

But don't fool with me 

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 

You gotta give it to me, I said give it to me 

Give it to me, give it to me 

Give it to me