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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)
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 triple
Tha 20's era, right when we ridin fo's
up ride, 30 inch rims glide
6 feet off tha ground make it hard fa you ta see
Surround like a motion picture
aquafina rims got my 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
Bitch in, late ta block
VIP killed tha club, headed ta my otha spot
off 454, look like Im passin off
Rubba burnin, passin
Rims near fallin off
Yo Gotti, hell naw I petty
So I wanna welcome my haters ta my 100 grand

(Chorus 2x)
ridin 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 Rickey (Rick Ross)
No lie (Mon E. G.)
Its tha (Mon E. G.)
Chevy Anthem Remix, my Ridin High (Yo Gotti)
Yes Sir! (Mon E. G.)

(Mon E. G.)
Chevy ridin high, blue candy paint make my hurt
30's on low pros, gas brake skee skurt
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, are too bright
Outta spite, Ima turn up tha ta drown ya music
Cocaine white charger, reminiscin tha Cool
2 seconds done dipped, out in tha glass house
West mentallity, here ta switch drop tha ass out
Im out on errthang, underdog, game, big block super fast, put that on errthang
You can call me Diddy Sean, hit the bar team winnin
Feelin good we winnin tha World Series in tha 9th innin
Free ya like John Lennon, interior blue lemon
Cuz Im true to every sentence ball out like tha

(Chorus 2x)

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