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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 first 73'
I was 17 wit a whole B
It was money green, fat boy gold
Tha era, right when we stop ridin fo's
Lamb'd up ride, 30 inch rims
6 feet off tha make it hard fa you ta see inside
sound like 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
Bitch in, late ta block
VIP done killed tha club, headed ta my spot
Mashin off 454, like Im passin off
Rubba burnin, passin
damn near fallin off
Yo Gotti, hell naw I petty
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 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 candy paint make my teeth
30's on them low pros, gas brake skee
Suicide wit tha stick in tha floor
My whole arm icy, keep my dick in ya whore
You dont really race me at tha light, red green take flight
packs loud pipes, tv's are too bright
Outta spite, Ima turn up tha ta drown ya music
Cocaine charger, reminiscin tha Cool Whip
2 seconds done dipped, out in tha glass house
West Coast mentallity, here ta drop tha ass out
Im out on errthang, underdog, deadly game, big block super fast, put that on
You can call me like Sean, hit the bar team winnin
good 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 tints, I like to see haters
We rollin back to back, and we rollin
Whitney wit me, nigga Im talkin blow
You suckas talkin slow, im talkin to who mo
They sideways, thats 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 crack
So when you hear them glass packs, its to act up