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

(Chorus 2x)
ridin high boy (Mon E. G.)
My Chevy 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.)
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
Suicide doors wit tha in tha floor
My whole arm stay icy, keep my in ya whore
You dont really race me at tha light, red green take flight
Glass packs loud pipes, are too bright
Outta spite, Ima turn up tha sound ta ya music
Cocaine white charger, tha Cool Whip
2 seconds done dipped, out in tha glass house
West Coast mentallity, here ta 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 team
Feelin good like we tha World Series in tha 9th innin
Free ya mind John Lennon, interior blue lemon
Cuz Im true to every sentence 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 keys
Now my suede, and my seats gator
I want tints, I like to see haters
We rollin back to back, and we rollin
Houston wit me, nigga Im talkin blow
You suckas talkin slow, im to who coppin mo
They talkin sideways, what tha choppas fo
Sittin on them datins, bumpin that bigga rankin
I out tha brains, fuck what them niggas thinkin
Multi-millionaire, started wit crumbs
So when you hear glass packs, its time to act up