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(Intro)

Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Chevy Ridin Boy (Yo Gotti)
Its Ross (Rick Ross)
Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.)
Its Mon E. G. (Rick Ross)
Ross (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 first 73'
I was 17 ridin wit a B
It was green, fat boy triple gold
Tha 20's era, right we stop ridin fo's
up ride, 30 inch rims glide
6 feet off tha ground make it hard fa you ta see
Surround sound like a motion
aquafina got my ocean 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
Bitch jump in, late ta
VIP killed tha club, headed ta my otha spot
off 454, look like Im passin off
Rubba burnin, yawl
Rims near fallin off
Yo Gotti, naw I aint petty
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 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 make my teeth hurt
30's on them low pros, gas skee skurt
doors wit tha stick in tha floor
My whole arm stay icy, keep my in ya whore
You dont really wanna race me at tha light, red take flight
Glass packs loud pipes, are too bright
Outta spite, Ima up tha sound ta drown ya music
Cocaine white charger, reminiscin tha Whip
2 seconds done dipped, smashed out in tha glass
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 Series in tha 9th
Free ya mind John Lennon, interior blue lemon
Cuz Im true to every sentence ball out 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 roof suede, and my gator
I aint want tints, I like to see
We back to back, and we rollin slow
Whitney wit me, nigga Im talkin blow
You suckas talkin slow, im to who coppin mo
They sideways, thats what tha choppas fo
Sittin on silver datins, bumpin that bigga rankin
I blew out tha brains, what them niggas thinkin
Multi-millionaire, wit crack crumbs
So when you them glass packs, its time to act up