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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 Chevy 73'
I was 17 wit a whole B
It was money green, fat boy gold
Tha 20's era, right when we stop fo's
up ride, 30 inch rims glide
6 feet off tha make it hard fa you ta see inside
Surround like a motion picture
aquafina rims got my ocean
Hit a button, car up
Notha button, do' up
lookin, what tha fuck
What is that, a car or
Hit tha lot, tha top
Bitch jump in, ta block
VIP done killed tha club, ta my otha spot
Mashin off 454, like Im passin off
burnin, passin yawl
Rims near fallin 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 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 Anthem Remix, my Chevy Ridin (Yo Gotti)
Yes Sir! (Mon E. G.)

(Mon E. G.)
ridin high, blue candy paint make my teeth hurt
30's on them low pros, gas brake skee
doors wit tha stick 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, tv's are too
Outta spite, Ima turn up tha ta drown ya music
Cocaine white charger, reminiscin tha Whip
2 seconds done dipped, smashed out in tha house
West Coast mentallity, here ta drop tha ass out
Im out on errthang, underdog, deadly game, big super fast, put that 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, interior blue
Cuz Im to every sentence ball out like tha Pistons

(Chorus 2x)

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