Lyrics:

Kanye West:

This 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.
Tell the promoter we need more seats,
we just sold out all the floor seats

Estelle:
Chorus
Take me on a trip, Id like to go some day.
Take me to New York, Id love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
Youll be my American Boy.

He said Hey Sister.
Its really really nice to meet ya.
I just met this 5 foot 7 guy whos just my type.
I like the way hes speaking his confidence is peaking.
Dont like his baggy jeans but Ima like whats underneath them.
And no I aint been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New Yorks heart awaits. First lets see the west end.
Ill show you to my Bredrin.
Im liking this American Boy. American Boy

Chorus
Take me on a trip, Id like to go some day
Take me to New York, Id love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
Youll be my American Boy, American Boy.

Can we get away this weekend.
Take me to Broadway.
Lets go shopping baby then well go to a Café.
Lets go on the subway.
Take me to your hood.
I neva been to Brooklyn and Id like to see whats good.
Dressed in all your fancy clothes.
Sneakers looking Fresh to Death Im lovin those Shell Toes.
Walkin that walk.
Talk that slick talk.
Im likin this American Boy. American Boy.

Chorus
Take me on a trip, Id like to go some day.
Take me to New York, Id love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
Youll be my American Boy

Tell em wagwaan blood
Kanye West:
Who killin em in the UK.
Everybody gonna say you K,
reluctantly, because most of this press dont f**k wit me.
Estelle once said to me, cool down down
dont act a fool now now.
I always act a fool oww oww.
Aint nothing new now now.
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin.
Ribena I know what youre drinkin.
Rap singer. Chain Blinger. Holla at the next chick soon as youre blinkin.
Whats youre persona.
About this Americana rhymer
Am I shallow cuz all my clothes designer.
Dressed smart like a London Bloke.
Before he speak his suit bespoke.
And you thought he was cute before.
Look at this Pea Coat, Tell me hes broke.
And I know you aint into all that. I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit.
But I still talk that CAAASH.
Cuz a lot WAGs want to hear it.
And Im feelin like Mike at his Baddest.
The Pimps at their Gladist.
And I know they love it.
so to hell with all that rubbish

Estelle:
Would you be my love, my love.
could be mine would you be my love my love, could be mine
Could you be my love, my love.
Would you be my American Boy. American Boy

Chorus
Take me on a trip, Id like to go some day
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay.
I really want to come kick it with you.
Youll be my American Boy, American Boy.