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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 Chevy 73'
I was 17 wit a whole B
It was green, fat boy triple gold
Tha 20's era, right we stop ridin fo's
Lamb'd up ride, 30 rims glide
6 off tha ground make it hard fa you ta see inside
Surround sound like a picture
aquafina got my ocean spinnas
Hit a button, car up
button, do' lift up
People lookin, tha fuck
What is that, a car or
Hit tha lot, tha top
Bitch jump in, late ta
VIP done killed tha club, headed ta my spot
Mashin off 454, look Im passin off
Rubba burnin, passin
Rims damn fallin off
Yo Gotti, naw I aint petty
So I wanna welcome my haters ta my 100 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 Rickey (Rick Ross)
No lie (Mon E. G.)
Its tha (Mon E. G.)
Chevy Anthem Remix, my Chevy Ridin (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 doors wit tha in tha floor
My arm stay icy, keep my dick in ya whore
You dont really wanna me at tha light, red green take flight
Glass packs pipes, tv's are too bright
Outta spite, Ima turn up tha ta drown ya music
Cocaine white charger, reminiscin tha Whip
2 seconds done dipped, out in tha glass house
West Coast mentallity, here ta switch tha ass out
Im out on errthang, underdog, deadly game, big block super fast, put on errthang
You can call me Diddy like Sean, hit the bar team
Feelin good like we winnin tha World Series in tha 9th
Free ya mind like John Lennon, interior blue
Cuz Im true to every ball out like tha Pistons

(Chorus 2x)

(Rick Ross)
I started sellin dreamin of a 7-3
Dat cut it so fuck 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
Houston wit me, nigga Im talkin blow
You suckas talkin slow, im to who coppin mo
They sideways, thats what tha choppas fo
Sittin on them silver datins, bumpin that bigga
I out tha brains, fuck what them niggas thinkin
Multi-millionaire, started wit crack
So when you hear them glass packs, its to act up