Lyrics

[Intro: Kanye West & Estelle] This a number one, this a number one, this a number one champion sound This a number one, this a number one, this a number one champion sound Kanye, where you at, love? Yeah, Estelle, we 'bout to get down [Verse: Estelle] He said, "Hey, sister, it's really, really nice to meet ya" I just met this 5-foot-7 guy who's just my type Like the way he's speakin', his confidence is peakin' Don't like his baggy jeans but I might like what's underneath them And no, I ain't been to MIA I hеard that Cali never rains and New York's widе awake First let's see the West End, I'll show you to my bredrin I'm likin' this American boy, American boy [Chorus: Estelle] 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 [Post-Chorus: Estelle] La, la la, la la, eya La, la la, la la, eya La, la la, la la, eya You'll be my American boy, American boy La, la la, la la, eya La, la la, la la, eya La, la la, la la, eya You'll be my American