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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 Chevy 73'
I was 17 ridin wit a B
It was money green, fat boy triple
Tha 20's era, right when we stop ridin
up ride, 30 inch rims 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
button, do' lift up
People lookin, tha fuck
is that, a car or truck
Hit tha lot, tha top
jump in, late ta block
VIP done killed tha club, ta my otha spot
Mashin off 454, look like Im 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)
Chevy 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 Ross (Rick Ross)
No lie (Mon E. G.)
Its tha (Mon E. G.)
Anthem Remix, my Chevy Ridin High (Yo Gotti)
Yes Sir! (Mon E. G.)

(Mon E. G.)
Chevy ridin high, blue candy paint make my hurt
30's on them low pros, gas brake skee
Suicide 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 take flight
Glass packs loud pipes, tv's are too
Outta spite, Ima turn up tha sound ta ya music
Cocaine white charger, reminiscin tha 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 on errthang
You can me Diddy like Sean, hit the bar team winnin
good like we winnin tha World Series in tha 9th innin
Free ya mind like John Lennon, interior blue
Cuz Im true to every sentence out like tha Pistons

(Chorus 2x)

(Rick Ross)
I started weed dreamin of a 7-3
Dat didnt cut it so fuck it we out sellin keys
Now my roof suede, and my seats
I aint tints, I like to see haters
We back to back, and we rollin slow
Whitney Houston wit me, nigga Im talkin
You suckas slow, im talkin to who coppin mo
They talkin sideways, what tha choppas fo
Sittin on them silver datins, bumpin that rankin
I blew out tha brains, what them niggas thinkin
Multi-millionaire, started wit crack
So you hear them glass packs, its time to act up