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(Intro)

Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Chevy Ridin Boy (Yo Gotti)
Its Rickey (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 first 73'
I was 17 wit a whole B
It was money green, fat boy triple
Tha 20's era, right when we stop 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 got my ocean spinnas
Hit a button, car up
Notha button, do' up
People lookin, what tha
is that, a car or truck
Hit tha lot, tha top
Bitch jump in, ta block
VIP killed tha club, headed ta my otha spot
Mashin off 454, like Im passin off
Rubba burnin, passin
Rims damn fallin off
Yo Gotti, hell naw I aint
So I wanna my haters ta my 100 grand Chevy

(Chorus 2x)
ridin high 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 high, blue candy paint make my teeth hurt
30's on low pros, gas brake skee skurt
doors 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 flight
packs loud pipes, tv's are too bright
Outta spite, Ima turn up tha ta drown ya music
white charger, reminiscin tha Cool Whip
2 seconds done dipped, smashed out in tha house
West mentallity, here ta switch drop tha ass out
Im out on errthang, underdog, deadly game, big block fast, put that on errthang
You can me Diddy like Sean, hit the bar team winnin
Feelin like we winnin tha World Series in tha 9th innin
Free ya mind like John Lennon, 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 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
Houston wit me, nigga Im talkin blow
You suckas 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, wit crack crumbs
So when you hear them packs, its time to act up