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(Intro)

Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Chevy Ridin Boy (Yo Gotti)
Its Rickey (Rick Ross)
Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.)
Its Mon E. G. (Rick Ross)
Ross (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 remember my first 73'
I was 17 wit a whole B
It was money green, fat boy triple
Tha era, right when we stop ridin 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 motion
aquafina got my ocean spinnas
Hit a button, car up
button, do' lift up
People lookin, tha fuck
What is that, a car or
Hit tha lot, tha top
Bitch in, late ta block
VIP killed tha club, headed ta my otha spot
Mashin off 454, look like Im off
burnin, passin yawl
Rims damn 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.)
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
30's on low pros, gas brake 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 take flight
packs loud pipes, tv's are too bright
Outta spite, Ima turn up tha ta drown ya music
white charger, reminiscin tha Cool Whip
2 seconds done dipped, smashed out in tha glass
Coast mentallity, here 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 like Sean, hit the bar winnin
Feelin good like we tha World Series in tha 9th innin
Free ya mind like Lennon, interior blue lemon
Cuz Im to every sentence ball out like tha Pistons

(Chorus 2x)

(Rick Ross)
I sellin weed dreamin of a 7-3
Dat didnt cut it so fuck it we out here sellin
Now my roof suede, and my gator
I want tints, I like to see haters
We rollin back to back, and we slow
Whitney wit me, nigga Im talkin blow
You suckas talkin slow, im talkin to who mo
They sideways, thats 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 crack
So when you hear them glass packs, its to act up