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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)
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 ridin wit a B
It was money green, fat boy gold
Tha 20's era, right we stop ridin fo's
Lamb'd up ride, 30 inch glide
6 off tha ground make it hard fa you ta see inside
sound like a motion picture
aquafina rims got my ocean
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, ta block
VIP done tha club, headed ta my otha spot
Mashin off 454, look Im passin off
Rubba burnin, yawl
Rims damn near off
Yo Gotti, hell naw I petty
So I wanna welcome my ta my 100 grand Chevy

(Chorus 2x)
Chevy ridin boy (Mon E. G.)
My Chevy fly (Yo Gotti)
Got me and yo baby (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 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 them low pros, gas brake skurt
Suicide wit tha stick in tha floor
My arm stay icy, keep my dick in ya whore
You dont really wanna race me at tha light, red green take
Glass packs pipes, tv's are too bright
Outta spite, Ima turn up tha sound ta drown ya
Cocaine white charger, reminiscin tha 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 on errthang
You can call me Diddy like Sean, hit the bar team
Feelin like we winnin tha World Series in tha 9th innin
Free ya mind like John Lennon, blue lemon
Cuz Im true to every sentence ball out tha Pistons

(Chorus 2x)

(Rick Ross)
I started sellin dreamin of a 7-3
Dat didnt cut it so fuck it we out here sellin
Now my suede, and my seats gator
I aint tints, I like to see haters
We rollin to back, and we rollin slow
Whitney Houston wit me, Im talkin blow
You suckas slow, im talkin to who coppin mo
They talkin sideways, thats tha choppas fo
Sittin on them datins, bumpin that bigga rankin
I blew out tha brains, fuck them niggas thinkin
Multi-millionaire, started wit crack
So when you hear them glass packs, its to act up