Ray J, French Montana, Tyga - Hey Love lyrics

Hey love - I see you rolling in your 500 Benz
Hey love - and girl
I got a homie for each one of your friends
Hey love - hey love, hey
Love, hey love, hey love, hey love
Hey love - hey love, hey
Love, hey love, hey love, hey love hey love

Baby, tell me what it's gon' be
You got your girls with you
And I got my homies
So you're trying to spend your money, girl
Won't let me treat
For the night, for the night, yeah
Baby, I ain't one of those lames
And spending money ain't a part of my game
Switching lanes - wondering how you
Gon' say my name
It's only right, it's only right, yeah
Your hair long
You got bankrolls so you ain't got no worries
So would you come and turn it up with me?

I've been watching you from a far
For as long as I remember
You remember those Boulevards? Dice game
Hustle hard - it was more like volleyball
Long hair, Hollywood
But still kept it hood though
Crenshaw riding cars
Knew you'd be a superstar
Days in the maze, we so high, upper echelon
Eye contact, caress, is you with?
I ain't had a crush in years, saying:

It started at the ruck
I saw you with your man
Smiling, huh, Birkin bag in your hand
Trying to work it out very
Day thinking 'bout you
Pull up in the Mulsanne
You pull up in the coupe
Hoping shawty 'bout it
You want it then I got it
She don't buy no shoes if the
Price tag ain't got no comets
Tried to keep my cool, all white Jimmy Choo's
Dress drop to the floor
Let me get you in the mood
G5 through the stone, baby
Don't be getting scared
20 racks on your bag, 5 racks on your hair
Until then I'mma lay up in the cut
Montana, Ray J, you know what's up