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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 my first Chevy 73'
I was 17 wit a whole B
It was green, fat boy triple gold
Tha 20's era, right when we stop fo's
Lamb'd up ride, 30 inch glide
6 feet off tha ground make it hard fa you ta see
Surround sound like a picture
rims got my ocean spinnas
Hit a button, car up
Notha button, do' up
lookin, what tha fuck
What is that, a car or
Hit tha lot, tha top
Bitch in, late ta block
VIP done killed tha club, headed ta my otha
Mashin off 454, look Im passin off
burnin, passin yawl
Rims damn fallin off
Yo Gotti, hell naw I aint
So I wanna welcome my haters ta my 100 grand

(Chorus 2x)
ridin high 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 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 hurt
on them low pros, gas brake skee skurt
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 pipes, tv's are too bright
Outta spite, Ima turn up tha sound ta drown ya
Cocaine white charger, reminiscin tha Whip
2 seconds done dipped, out in tha glass house
West Coast mentallity, here ta switch tha ass out
Im out on errthang, underdog, deadly game, big block super fast, put on errthang
You can me Diddy like Sean, hit the bar team winnin
Feelin good like we winnin tha World in tha 9th innin
Free ya mind like John Lennon, blue lemon
Cuz Im true to every sentence ball out tha Pistons

(Chorus 2x)

(Rick Ross)
I sellin weed dreamin of a 7-3
Dat didnt cut it so fuck it we out sellin keys
Now my roof suede, and my gator
I want tints, I like to see haters
We rollin back to back, and we rollin
Whitney Houston wit me, nigga Im blow
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, what them niggas thinkin
Multi-millionaire, started wit crumbs
So when you hear them packs, its time to act up