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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 green, fat boy triple gold
Tha era, right when we stop ridin fo's
up ride, 30 inch rims glide
6 off tha ground make it hard fa you ta see inside
Surround sound like a picture
aquafina got my ocean spinnas
Hit a button, car up
Notha button, do' up
People lookin, what tha
What is that, a car or
Hit tha lot, tha top
Bitch jump in, late ta
VIP killed tha club, headed ta my otha spot
Mashin off 454, like Im passin off
Rubba burnin, yawl
Rims near fallin off
Yo Gotti, hell naw I petty
So I wanna welcome my haters ta my 100 grand

(Chorus 2x)
Chevy high 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 Anthem Remix, my Chevy Ridin (Yo Gotti)
Yes Sir! (Mon E. G.)

(Mon E. G.)
Chevy ridin high, blue paint make my teeth hurt
30's on them low pros, gas brake skee
Suicide wit tha stick in tha floor
My whole arm stay icy, keep my dick in ya
You really wanna race me at tha light, red green take flight
Glass packs loud pipes, tv's are too
spite, Ima turn up tha sound ta drown ya music
Cocaine white charger, reminiscin tha Cool
2 seconds done dipped, out in tha glass house
West Coast mentallity, ta switch drop tha ass out
Im out on errthang, underdog, deadly game, big block fast, put that on errthang
You can call me Diddy like Sean, hit the bar team
Feelin good like we tha World Series in tha 9th innin
Free ya mind like John Lennon, blue lemon
Cuz Im true to every sentence ball out like tha

(Chorus 2x)

(Rick Ross)
I started sellin dreamin of a 7-3
Dat cut it so fuck it we out here sellin 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 Houston wit me, nigga Im blow
You talkin slow, im talkin to who coppin mo
They talkin sideways, thats tha choppas fo
Sittin on them silver datins, that bigga rankin
I blew out tha brains, what them niggas thinkin
Multi-millionaire, started wit crack
So when you hear glass packs, its time to act up