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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 my first Chevy 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
Surround sound like a picture
rims got my ocean spinnas
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 in, late ta block
VIP done killed tha club, headed ta my otha
off 454, look like Im passin off
Rubba burnin, yawl
Rims near fallin off
Yo Gotti, naw I aint petty
So I wanna welcome my haters ta my 100 grand

(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 Rickey (Rick Ross)
No lie (Mon E. G.)
Its tha (Mon E. G.)
Chevy Anthem Remix, my Chevy High (Yo Gotti)
Yes Sir! (Mon E. G.)

(Mon E. G.)
Chevy 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 stay icy, keep my dick in ya
You dont really wanna me at tha light, red green take flight
Glass loud pipes, tv's are too bright
spite, Ima turn up tha sound 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 block super fast, put that on
You can call me Diddy like Sean, hit the bar team
Feelin like we winnin tha World Series in tha 9th innin
ya mind like John Lennon, interior blue lemon
Cuz Im true to every sentence ball out like tha

(Chorus 2x)

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