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(Intro)
I see,
Don’t let the track beat me
Lets pull ova, and holla at ya
(Hook: Ray J)
Hey, love!
I see ya rollin’ in yo 500 Benz
Hey, love!
And girl, I got a homie for each one of yo friends
Hey, love! Hey, love! Hey, love! Hey, love!
Hey, love! Hey, love! Hey, love! Hey, love!
(Verse: Ray J)
Baby, tell me what it’s gonna be,
You got yo girls wit ya, and I got my homies
Why you tryna spend yo money, girl, let me treat
For the night, for the night, yeah
Baby, I ain’t one of those lames
Answer the money ain’t a part of my game (Lames!)
Wonderin’ how you’re gonna say my name, (For the night)
(That’s only right, yeah!)
(Interlude)
Oh, oh, uh uuuuh,
Your hand only got bank rolls,
So you ain’t got no worries
Oh, oh, uh uuuuh,
So won’t you come and work it up with me
(Hook: Ray J)
Hey, love!
I see ya rollin’ in yo 500 Benz
Hey, love!
And girl, I got a homie for each one of yo friends
Hey, love! Hey, love! Hey, love! Hey, love!
Hey, love! Hey, love! Hey, love! Hey, love!
(Verse: Tyga)
Ah, I been watchin’ you from the far
For as long as I remember, you remember those boulevards
Days I’d scheme, hustle hard, it was more like volleyball
Long hair, Hollywood, but still kept your hood thought(?)
Quick show, lot of cars, knew you’d be a superstar
Haze in the maze, you so high, uppa eshelon
Eye contact, caress, is you fizz?
I ain’t have a crush in years, saying (Hey, love!)
(Hook: Ray J)
I see ya rollin’ in yo 500 Benz
Hey, love!
And girl, I got a homie for each one of yo friends
Hey, love! Hey, love! Hey, love! Hey, love!
Hey, love! Hey, love! Hey, love! Hey, love!
(Verse: French Montana)
It started at the Rock, I saw you wit yo men
Smilin’, huh, Bergen bag in your hand
Tryna work it out everyday, thinkin’ bout you
Pull up in the Mustang, you pull up in the Coup
I been sure about it, you want it, then I got it
She ain’t buy no shoes, a price tag have none in common
I’m tryna keep my cool, all white, Jimmy True,
Just drop to the floor, lemme get you in the mood
G5 through the storm, baby, don’t be getting scared
20 racks on your bag, 5 racks on your hair (hann)
Until then I’mma lay up in the cut
Montana,Ray J, you know what’s up
(Hook: Ray J)
I see ya rollin’ in yo 500 Benz
Hey, love!
And girl, I got a homie for each one of yo friends
Hey, love! Hey, love! Hey, love! Hey, love!
Hey, love! Hey, love! Hey, love! Hey, love!