Lyrics:

Just a number one champion sound
Yeah, Estelle we about 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

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA
I really want to come kick 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 foot 7 guys who's just my type

I like the way he's speaking
His confidence is peaking
Don't like his baggy jeans
But I'ma like what's underneath them

And no I ain't been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York's heart awaits
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 some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy

Will you be my American Boy, American Boy?

Can we get away this weekend?
Take me to Broadway
Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a Café

Let's go on the subway
Take me to your hood
I neva been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good

Dressed in all your fancy clothes
Sneaker's looking fresh to death
I'm lovin' those Shell Toes

Walkin' that walk
Talk that slick talk
I'm likin' this American Boy, American Boy

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American Boy

Who killin' em in the UK?
Everybody gonna say you K
Reluctantly, because most of this press don't f**k wit me

Estelle once said to me, 'Cool down down
Don't act a fool now now'
I always act a fool, oww oww
Ain't nothing new, now now

He crazy, I know what ya thinkin'
Ribena I know what you're drinkin'
Rap singer, chain blinger
Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin'

What's you're persona
About this Americana?
Drama, 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 P Coat, tell me he's broke

And I know you're not into all that
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit
But I still talk that cash
Cuz a lot wag's want to hear it

And I'm feelin' like Mike at his baddest
Like the Pips at their gladdest
And I know they love it
So to hell with all that rubbish

Would you be my love, my love?
Would you be mine?
Would you be my love, my love?
Could you be mine?

Could you be my love, my love?
Would you be my American Boy, American Boy

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd loved to see LA
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy