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(Intro)

Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Chevy High 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 remember my Chevy 73'
I was 17 wit a whole B
It was money green, fat boy triple
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
sound like a motion picture
aquafina rims got my ocean
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 jump in, ta block
VIP killed tha club, headed ta my otha spot
Mashin off 454, look Im passin off
Rubba burnin, yawl
Rims damn near off
Yo Gotti, naw I aint petty
So I wanna welcome my ta my 100 grand Chevy

(Chorus 2x)
Chevy high boy (Mon E. G.)
My Chevy 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 Ridin (Yo Gotti)
Yes Sir! (Mon E. G.)

(Mon E. G.)
Chevy high, blue candy paint make my teeth hurt
30's on them low pros, gas skee skurt
doors wit tha stick in tha floor
My arm stay icy, keep my dick in ya whore
You dont really wanna race me at tha light, red take flight
Glass packs loud pipes, tv's are too
Outta spite, Ima turn up tha ta drown ya music
white charger, reminiscin tha Cool Whip
2 seconds dipped, smashed out in tha glass house
West 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 we winnin tha World Series in tha 9th innin
Free ya mind like John Lennon, interior blue
Cuz Im true to sentence ball out like tha Pistons

(Chorus 2x)

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