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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)
Ross (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 gold
Tha era, right when we stop ridin fo's
Lamb'd up ride, 30 rims glide
6 feet off tha ground make it fa you ta see inside
Surround sound a motion picture
aquafina rims got my ocean
Hit a button, car up
Notha button, do' up
People lookin, tha fuck
What is that, a car or
Hit tha lot, tha top
jump in, late ta block
VIP done tha club, headed ta my otha spot
off 454, look like Im passin off
Rubba burnin, passin
Rims damn fallin off
Yo Gotti, naw I aint 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 Rickey (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 teeth
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 race me at tha light, red take flight
Glass packs loud pipes, are too bright
spite, Ima turn up tha sound ta drown ya music
Cocaine white charger, tha Cool Whip
2 seconds done dipped, smashed out in tha house
Coast mentallity, here ta switch drop tha ass out
Im out on errthang, underdog, deadly game, big block fast, put that on errthang
You can call me like Sean, hit the bar team winnin
Feelin good like we winnin tha Series in tha 9th innin
Free ya mind like John Lennon, interior lemon
Cuz Im true to every sentence ball out tha Pistons

(Chorus 2x)

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