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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 ridin wit a B
It was money green, fat boy gold
Tha 20's era, right when we stop ridin
up ride, 30 inch rims glide
6 feet off tha ground make it fa you ta see inside
Surround sound like a motion
aquafina got my ocean spinnas
Hit a button, car up
Notha button, do' up
People lookin, what tha
is that, a car or truck
Hit tha lot, tha top
Bitch in, late ta block
VIP done killed tha club, headed ta my otha
off 454, look like Im passin off
Rubba burnin, passin
Rims damn fallin off
Yo Gotti, hell naw I aint
So I welcome my haters ta my 100 grand Chevy

(Chorus 2x)
Chevy ridin boy (Mon E. G.)
My stay fly (Yo Gotti)
Got me and yo baby (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 High (Yo Gotti)
Yes Sir! (Mon E. G.)

(Mon E. G.)
Chevy ridin high, blue candy paint make my hurt
30's on them low pros, gas brake skee
Suicide doors wit tha stick in tha
My arm stay 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 turn up tha ta drown ya music
Cocaine white charger, reminiscin tha Cool
2 seconds dipped, smashed out in tha glass house
West Coast mentallity, here ta switch tha ass out
Im out on errthang, underdog, game, big block super fast, put that on errthang
You can me Diddy like Sean, hit the bar team winnin
Feelin good like we winnin tha World Series in tha 9th
Free ya mind like Lennon, interior 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 sellin
Now my roof suede, and my seats
I aint want tints, I like to see
We rollin back to back, and we slow
Whitney Houston wit me, nigga Im talkin
You talkin slow, im talkin to who coppin mo
They talkin sideways, thats what tha fo
Sittin on them datins, bumpin that bigga rankin
I blew out tha brains, fuck them niggas thinkin
Multi-millionaire, started wit crack
So when you them glass packs, its time to act up