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(Intro)

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

(Yo Gotti)
I remember my first 73'
I was 17 wit a whole B
It was money green, fat boy triple
Tha 20's era, right when we stop ridin
up ride, 30 inch rims glide
6 feet off tha ground make it hard fa you ta see
sound like a motion picture
aquafina rims got my spinnas
Hit a button, car up
Notha button, do' up
People lookin, tha fuck
is that, a car or truck
Hit tha lot, tha top
jump in, late ta block
VIP done killed tha club, headed ta my otha
Mashin off 454, look Im passin off
Rubba burnin, passin
Rims damn fallin off
Yo Gotti, naw I aint petty
So I wanna my haters ta my 100 grand Chevy

(Chorus 2x)
Chevy ridin 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 Rickey (Rick Ross)
No lie (Mon E. G.)
Its tha (Mon E. G.)
Chevy Anthem Remix, my Chevy Ridin (Yo Gotti)
Yes Sir! (Mon E. G.)

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

(Chorus 2x)

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