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(Intro)

Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Chevy Ridin Boy (Yo Gotti)
Its Rickey (Rick Ross)
Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.)
Its Mon E. G. (Rick Ross)
Rickey (Mon E. G.)
Its Ross (Rick Ross)
Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.)
And Mon E. G. (Rick Ross)
Yo Gotti! (Yo Gotti)

(Yo Gotti)
I my first Chevy 73'
I was 17 wit a whole B
It was money green, fat boy gold
Tha 20's era, right when we ridin fo's
Lamb'd up ride, 30 rims glide
6 feet off tha ground make it hard fa you ta see
Surround sound like a motion
aquafina rims got my ocean
Hit a button, car up
button, do' lift up
People lookin, tha fuck
is that, a car or truck
Hit tha lot, tha top
Bitch jump in, ta block
VIP done killed tha club, headed ta my spot
Mashin off 454, look Im passin off
Rubba burnin, passin
Rims near fallin off
Yo Gotti, hell naw I petty
So I welcome my haters ta my 100 grand Chevy

(Chorus 2x)
Chevy high boy (Mon E. G.)
My Chevy fly (Yo Gotti)
Got me and yo mama (Mon E. G.)
off in tha sky (Yo Gotti)
Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.)
Yo (Yo Gotti)
Its Ross (Rick Ross)
No lie (Mon E. G.)
Its tha (Mon E. G.)
Anthem Remix, my Chevy Ridin High (Yo Gotti)
Yes Sir! (Mon E. G.)

(Mon E. G.)
Chevy ridin high, blue candy paint make my teeth
30's on them low pros, gas brake skee
doors wit tha stick in tha floor
My whole arm icy, keep my dick in ya whore
You dont wanna race me at tha light, red green take flight
packs loud pipes, tv's are too bright
Outta spite, Ima turn up tha ta drown ya music
Cocaine white charger, reminiscin tha Cool
2 seconds done dipped, smashed out in tha house
Coast mentallity, here ta switch drop tha ass out
Im out on errthang, underdog, deadly game, big block super fast, put that on
You can call me Diddy like Sean, hit the bar winnin
Feelin good like we winnin tha Series in tha 9th innin
Free ya like John Lennon, interior blue lemon
Cuz Im to every sentence ball out like tha Pistons

(Chorus 2x)

(Rick Ross)
I started sellin dreamin of a 7-3
Dat cut it so fuck it we out here sellin keys
Now my suede, and my seats gator
I aint tints, I like to see haters
We back to back, and we rollin slow
Whitney Houston wit me, nigga Im blow
You suckas slow, im talkin to who coppin mo
They talkin sideways, thats tha choppas fo
Sittin on them silver datins, bumpin that rankin
I blew out tha brains, fuck what niggas thinkin
Multi-millionaire, started wit crack
So you hear them glass packs, its time to act up