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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)
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 rims glide
6 feet off tha ground it hard fa you ta see inside
Surround sound a motion picture
rims got my ocean spinnas
Hit a button, car up
Notha button, do' up
People lookin, tha fuck
What is that, a car or
Hit tha lot, tha top
Bitch jump in, late ta
VIP done tha club, headed ta my otha spot
Mashin off 454, look Im passin off
burnin, passin yawl
Rims damn near off
Yo Gotti, hell naw I petty
So I wanna welcome my ta my 100 grand Chevy

(Chorus 2x)
ridin high boy (Mon E. G.)
My stay 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 teeth
on them low pros, gas brake skee skurt
Suicide doors wit tha in tha floor
My whole arm icy, keep my dick in ya whore
You dont really race me at tha light, red green take flight
Glass packs loud pipes, are too bright
Outta spite, Ima turn up tha ta drown ya music
white charger, reminiscin tha Cool 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 call me Diddy like Sean, hit the bar team
good like we winnin tha World Series in tha 9th innin
Free ya mind like John Lennon, interior lemon
Cuz Im true to every ball out like tha Pistons

(Chorus 2x)

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