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(Intro)

Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Chevy High Boy (Yo Gotti)
Its Rickey (Rick Ross)
Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.)
Its Mon E. G. (Rick Ross)
Rickey (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 ridin wit a B
It was money green, fat boy triple
Tha 20's era, right when we stop fo's
Lamb'd up ride, 30 rims glide
6 feet off tha make it hard fa you ta see inside
Surround sound a motion picture
aquafina rims got my spinnas
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 jump in, ta block
VIP done tha club, headed ta my otha spot
off 454, look like Im passin off
Rubba burnin, passin
damn near fallin off
Yo Gotti, naw I aint petty
So I wanna my haters ta my 100 grand Chevy

(Chorus 2x)
Chevy high boy (Mon E. G.)
My stay 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 Remix, my Chevy Ridin High (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 skee 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 green take
Glass loud pipes, tv's are too bright
Outta spite, Ima up tha sound ta drown ya music
white charger, reminiscin tha Cool Whip
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 like Sean, hit the bar team winnin
Feelin good like we winnin tha World Series in tha 9th
Free ya mind like Lennon, interior blue lemon
Cuz Im to every sentence ball out like tha Pistons

(Chorus 2x)

(Rick Ross)
I sellin weed dreamin 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 to see haters
We rollin back to back, and we slow
Whitney Houston wit me, nigga Im talkin
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, what them niggas thinkin
Multi-millionaire, wit crack crumbs
So when you hear them packs, its time to act up