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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 remember my 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
Lamb'd up ride, 30 inch glide
6 off tha ground make it hard fa you ta see inside
Surround sound a motion picture
aquafina rims got my ocean
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, ta block
VIP done killed tha club, headed ta my spot
Mashin off 454, look Im passin off
Rubba burnin, yawl
damn near fallin off
Yo Gotti, hell naw I aint
So I wanna welcome my haters ta my 100 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 Rickey (Rick Ross)
No lie (Mon E. G.)
Its tha (Mon E. G.)
Chevy Remix, my Chevy Ridin High (Yo Gotti)
Yes Sir! (Mon E. G.)

(Mon E. G.)
Chevy ridin high, blue paint make my teeth hurt
30's on them low pros, gas brake skurt
Suicide wit tha stick 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
packs loud pipes, tv's are too bright
Outta spite, Ima up tha sound ta drown ya music
Cocaine white charger, tha Cool Whip
2 seconds done dipped, out in tha glass house
West Coast mentallity, ta switch drop tha ass out
Im out on errthang, underdog, deadly game, big block fast, put that on errthang
You can call me Diddy Sean, hit the bar team winnin
Feelin good like we tha World Series in tha 9th innin
ya mind like John Lennon, interior blue lemon
Cuz Im to every sentence ball out like tha Pistons

(Chorus 2x)

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