[Intro: JAY-Z]

Je t'adore, JAY-Z

Course I love you

I love all y'all

For real

[Chorus: Biz Markie & JAY-Z]

I love girls, girls, girls, girls

Girls, I do adore

Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya

Holla at you when I come off tour, yeah

[Verse 1: JAY-Z]

I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam

So she call me cabron, plus maricon

Said she likes to cook rice, so she likes me home

I'm like, "Un momento, mami, slow up your tempo"

I got this Black chick, she don't know how to act

Always talkin' out her neck, makin' her fingers snap

She like, "Listen, Jigga Man, I don't care if you rap

You better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me"

I got this French chick that love to French kiss

She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist

Ma cherie amour, tu es belle

Merci, you're fine as fuck, but you giving me hell

I got this Indian squaw, the day that I met her

Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather?

She said, "All you need to know is I'm not a ho

And to get with me, you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough"

Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, Indian, and Black

That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn, I'm getting fat

Arroz con pollo, French fries and crêpes

An appetite for destruction, but I scrape the plate, I love

[Chorus: Q-Tip & JAY-Z]

Girls, girls, girls, girls (Uh-huh)

Girls, I do adore

Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya

Holla at you when I come off tour

I love girls, girls, girls, girls

Girls all over the globe

I come scoop you in that coupe, sitting on deuce-zeros

Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll, come on

[Verse 2: JAY-Z]

I got this young chick, she so immature

She like, "Why you don't buy me Reeboks no more?"

Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor

Got to toss a couple dollars just to shut up her holla

Got a project chick that plays her part

And if it goes down, y'all, that's my heart

Baby girl so thorough, she been with me from the start

Hid my drugs from the narcs, hid my guns by the parts

I got this model chick that don't cook or clean

But she dress her ass off and her walk is mean

Only thing wrong with ma, she's always on the scene

Goddamn, she's fine, but she parties all the time

I get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chick

She look right in that tight blue dress, she's thick

She gives me extra pillows and seat-back love

So I had to introduce her to the mile high club

Now that's young chick, stewardess, project, and model

That means I fly rough early, plus I know Tae Bo

That means I'm new-school, pop pills, and stay in beef

But I never have a problem with my first-class seat, I love

[Chorus: Slick Rick & JAY-Z]

Girls, girls, girls, girls

Girls, I do adore

Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya

Holla at you when I come off tour

I love girls, girls, girls, girls

Girls all over the globe

I come scoop you in that coupe, sitting on deuce-zeros

Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll

[Verse 3: JAY-Z]

I got this paranoid chick, she's scared to come to the house

A hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it out (What you doin', daddy?)

Got a chick from Peru that sniff Peru

She got a cousin at customs that gets shit through

Got this weed-head chick, she always catch me doing shit

Crazy girl, wanna leave me, but she always forgets

Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick

'Cause she kept bootlegging my shit, man

I got this African chick with Eddie Murphy on her skull

She like, "Jigga Man, why you treat me like animal?"

I'm like, "Excuse me, Ms. Fufu, but when I met your ass

You was dead broke and naked, and now you want half"

I got this ho that after twelve million sold

Mami's a narcoleptic, always sleeping on Hov

Got to tie the back of her head like Deuce Bigalow

I've got so many girls across the globe, I love

[Outro: JAY-Z, Biz Markie, Q-Tip & Slick Rick]

Girls, girls, girls, girls

Girls, I do adore

Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya

Holla at you when I come off tour

I love girls, girls, girls, girls

Girls all over the globe

I come scoop you in that coupe, sitting on deuce-zeroes

Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll

I love girls, girls, girls, girls

Girls, I do adore

Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya

Holla at you when I come off tour

[Outro: JAY-Z]

I love girls, girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls