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(Intro)

Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Chevy Ridin Boy (Yo Gotti)
Its Rickey (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 my first Chevy 73'
I was 17 ridin wit a B
It was money green, fat boy gold
Tha 20's era, right when we ridin fo's
Lamb'd up ride, 30 inch glide
6 feet off tha ground it hard fa you ta see inside
Surround sound like a picture
aquafina rims got my ocean
Hit a button, car up
Notha button, do' up
People lookin, tha fuck
is that, a car or truck
Hit tha lot, tha top
Bitch jump in, late ta
VIP done killed tha club, headed ta my spot
Mashin off 454, look like Im off
Rubba burnin, passin
Rims near fallin off
Yo Gotti, hell naw I aint
So I wanna welcome my ta my 100 grand Chevy

(Chorus 2x)
Chevy ridin 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 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 make my teeth hurt
on them low pros, gas brake skee skurt
Suicide doors wit tha in tha floor
My whole arm stay icy, 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 up tha sound ta drown ya music
Cocaine white charger, reminiscin tha Cool
2 seconds dipped, smashed out in tha glass house
Coast 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 mind like John Lennon, interior lemon
Cuz Im to every sentence ball out like tha Pistons

(Chorus 2x)

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