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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 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 ridin wit a B
It was money green, fat boy triple
Tha 20's era, right when we stop ridin
Lamb'd up ride, 30 inch rims
6 feet off tha ground make it fa you ta see inside
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, late ta
VIP done killed tha club, ta my otha spot
Mashin off 454, look like Im off
Rubba burnin, yawl
damn near fallin off
Yo Gotti, hell naw I petty
So I wanna welcome my ta my 100 grand Chevy

(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 Rickey (Rick Ross)
No lie (Mon E. G.)
Its tha (Mon E. G.)
Chevy Remix, my Chevy Ridin High (Yo Gotti)
Yes Sir! (Mon E. G.)

(Mon E. G.)
ridin high, blue candy paint make my teeth hurt
30's on them low pros, gas skee skurt
Suicide doors wit tha stick in tha
My whole arm stay icy, keep my 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, tha Cool Whip
2 seconds done dipped, smashed out in tha glass
West Coast mentallity, ta switch drop tha ass out
Im out on errthang, underdog, game, big block super fast, put that on errthang
You can call me Diddy Sean, hit the bar team winnin
Feelin good like we winnin tha Series in tha 9th innin
ya mind like John Lennon, interior 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 suede, and my seats gator
I aint want tints, I to see haters
We rollin back to back, and we slow
Houston wit me, nigga Im talkin blow
You talkin slow, im talkin to who coppin mo
talkin sideways, thats what tha choppas fo
Sittin on them silver datins, bumpin bigga rankin
I out tha brains, fuck what them niggas thinkin
Multi-millionaire, started wit crack
So when you hear them glass packs, its to act up