Just a number one champion soundYeah, Estelle, we bout to get downWho the hottest in the world right now?Just touched down in London townBet they give me a poundTell them put the money in my hand right nowSet up a motor, we need more seatsWe just sold out all the floor seatsTake me on a trip, I'd like to go somedayTake me to New York, I'd love to see LAI really want to come pick it with youYou'll be my American boyHe said, hey sister, it's really, really nice to meet yaI just met this 5'7 guy who's just about tightLike you, like you, like youI like the way he's speakingHis confidence is peakingDon't like his baggy jeansBut I'ma like what's underneath itAnd no, I ain't been to MIAI heard that Cali never rainsAnd New York's wide awayFirst let's see the West EndI'll show you to my bedroomI'm liking this American boyAmerican boyTake me on a trip, I'd like to go somedayTake me to New York, I'd love to see LAI really want to come pick it with youYou'll be my American boyAmerican boyLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, laYou'll be my American boyAmerican boyCan we get away this weekend?Take me to BroadwayLet's go shopping, maybe then we'll go to a cafeLet's go on the subwayTake me to your hoodI've never been to BrooklynAnd I'd like to see what's goodDressed in all your fancy clothesSneakers looking fresh to deathI'm loving those show toesWalk in that wallTalk that slick talkI'm liking this American boyAmerican boyTake me on a trip, I'd like to go somedayTake me to New York, I'd love to see LAI really want to come pick it with youYou'll be my American boyTell him walk, walk, blockWho killing them in the UK?Everybody gonna say UKReluctantlyCause most of this press don't * with meEstelle once said, tell meCool down, downDon't act a fool now, nowAlways act a foolOw, owAin't nothing new nowNow, now, he crazy, I know what you're thinkingRapina, I know what you're drinkingRap singer, chain blingerHoller at the next chick soon as you're blinkingWhat's your persona about this Americana?Rhyma, am I shallow?Cause all my clothes designerDress small like a London blokeBefore he speak, his suit bespokeAnd you thought he was cute beforeLook at this peacoat, tell me he's brokeAnd I know you ain't into all thatI heard your lyrics, I feel your spiritBut I still talk that cat assCause a lot of wags wanna hear itAnd I'm feeling like Mike at his baddestLike the picture they gladdestAnd I know they love itSo to hell with all that rubbishWould 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 boyTake me on a tripI'd like to go somedayTake me to Chicago, San Francisco, babyI really want toCome pick it with youYou'll be my American boyBe my American boyTake me on a tripI'd like to go somedayTake me to New YorkI'd love to see LAI really want toCome pick it with youYou'll be my American boyAmerican boyLa la la, la la la, la laLa la la, la la la, la laLa la la, la la la, la laYou'll be my American boy