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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)
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 Chevy 73'
I was 17 ridin wit a B
It was money green, fat boy triple
Tha 20's era, right we stop ridin fo's
Lamb'd up ride, 30 rims glide
6 feet off tha ground it hard fa you ta see inside
Surround like a motion picture
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
jump in, late ta block
VIP done killed tha club, headed ta my otha
Mashin off 454, look Im passin off
Rubba burnin, yawl
Rims damn near off
Yo Gotti, hell naw I petty
So I wanna my haters ta my 100 grand Chevy

(Chorus 2x)
Chevy ridin 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 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 high, blue candy paint make my teeth hurt
30's on them low pros, gas brake skurt
Suicide doors wit tha in tha floor
My whole arm icy, keep my dick in ya whore
You dont really wanna me at tha light, red green take flight
Glass loud pipes, tv's are too bright
Outta spite, Ima turn up tha sound ta drown ya
Cocaine charger, reminiscin tha Cool Whip
2 seconds dipped, smashed out in tha glass house
Coast mentallity, here ta switch 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 like we winnin tha World Series in tha 9th
Free ya mind like John Lennon, 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 roof suede, and my gator
I aint tints, I like to see haters
We rollin to back, and we rollin slow
Whitney wit me, nigga Im talkin blow
You talkin slow, im talkin to who coppin mo
They talkin sideways, what tha choppas fo
Sittin on them datins, bumpin that bigga rankin
I blew out tha brains, fuck what them thinkin
Multi-millionaire, started wit crumbs
So when you hear them packs, its time to act up