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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 first 73'
I was 17 ridin wit a B
It was money green, fat boy triple
Tha era, right when we stop ridin fo's
up ride, 30 inch rims 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
button, do' lift up
People lookin, tha fuck
What is that, a car or
Hit tha lot, tha top
jump in, late ta block
VIP done killed tha club, headed ta my otha
off 454, look like Im passin off
Rubba burnin, passin
damn 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.)
Chevy Anthem Remix, my Ridin High (Yo Gotti)
Yes Sir! (Mon E. G.)

(Mon E. G.)
Chevy ridin high, blue candy paint make my hurt
on them low pros, gas brake skee skurt
Suicide doors wit tha stick in tha
My whole arm stay icy, keep my dick in ya
You dont wanna race me at tha light, red green take flight
Glass packs loud pipes, are too bright
Outta spite, Ima up tha sound ta drown ya music
Cocaine charger, reminiscin tha Cool Whip
2 done dipped, smashed 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 on errthang
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 Lennon, interior blue lemon
Cuz Im true to every 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 sellin keys
Now my suede, and my seats gator
I want tints, I like to see haters
We rollin back to back, and we slow
Houston wit me, nigga Im talkin blow
You suckas talkin slow, im talkin to who mo
talkin sideways, thats what tha choppas fo
Sittin on them silver datins, bumpin that rankin
I blew out tha brains, what them niggas thinkin
Multi-millionaire, started wit crumbs
So when you them glass packs, its time to act up