Chevy Ridin High Lyrics - Rick Ross

DJ Khaled: 

Yeah, it's DJ Khaled Don Dotta 

Big Dog Pitbull, Terror Squadron AKA The Beat Novocain 

Remix, remix, remix 

Listennn, Dre (this is, this is) 

Pusha (this is, this is, this is) 

The Game (this is, this is, this is) 

Fat Joe (this is, this is, this is, this is) 

Rick Ross, listennn 

Related 

23 One Hit Wonders You Still Can't Get Out Of Your Head 

LATEST SONG: Fat Joe, Dre, Lil Wayne - 'Pullin' - LYRICS 

NEW SONG: Machine Gun Kelly - 'Candy' Lyrics feat. Trippie Redd 

Pusha-T: 

If he claim king, and he claim best 

Then I guess you could call me god 

There's none higher, none flyer, the kingpin is back 

Louis Vuitton frames hide the face of the supplier 

Peek-a-boo, take a look at what these kilos do 

Air conditioner Jacob watches, three on blue 

100 thousand, it should come in some Maalox too 

Give me the option to get it serviced and just be loose 

Three years gone, feds tappin' the phone 

Rappers downloading my style, I'm feeling like a ringtone (Yuk) 

The hiatus, they tried to Mini-Me me 

Triple beams to big jeans; they'll never be me 

Re-Up Gang, known as the Kilo Shoppers 

Riding Chevy's, give us room to reload choppers 

Gourmet beef, servin' niggaz filet Oscar 

So many bitches screamin' we should promote operas, haha 

Photos 

The Game: 

Chevy ridin' high boy, look at the hot wheels 

If you hot-headed, we gon' pop steel 

And when I pop the trunk, you see a lotta pumps 

I make the ass bounce like a bitch in some Prada pumps 

I drive '6-Treys ('6-Treys) '6-4s ('6-4s) 

The real '6-4s, watch that ass get low 

And I'm the rappin' assassin, ask Rick Ross 

Gangstas don't dance, we make the car do the Laffy Taffy 

I ain't Yung Joc, but I got a motorbike 

And I got a hoe I like, she like to do the motorbike 

I'm from Murdaville, and I rep the Dodgers 

Throwing white balls out that '6-4 Impala 

No, it's not the Doctor, but it's still D-R-E 

Tryna move them units like the Chronic did in '93 (Yeah) 

On that 95 (Yeah) doin' 95 

I let four of them things go for like 95 

Black Dickies set, black Chevrolet Impala (Whoo) 

Trunk fulla that black market packed product (Whoo) 

Game hit me, told me Black Wallstreet popped the collar (Uh) 

Pusha-T, I got yo' back nigga, I'ma holla (Yeah) 

They tryna J.F.K. your boy (No) 

The media and papers tryna blame ya boy (No) 

But the only thing gettin' dropped because of me (Ya) 

Is the roof on that '7-Trey Chevy Caprice 

Dre & Rick Ross: 

Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy 

Chevy ridin' high 

(Bumping gangsta music) 

Chevy, Chevy ridin' high boy 

Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high 

(Bumping gangsta music) 

Fat Joe: 

Throw your money in the air niggaz 

Put your sets up (yeah) 

If you're ready to ride and down to wet some'n 

It's Coca baby (yes) say it with conviction 

DA's hate me, I got no convictions 

They won't leave me 'til the day they greet me with life 

Catchin' up with old friends is like speakin' to the mic 

And I ain't Mr. Innocent, but some'n ain't right 

When there's five docs, get in a lineup then I'm right 

My life's a movie (Yes) 

You love to hate me (Yes) 

GT Porsche, double exhaust baby 

It's all bubbles when you sittin' on mils 

Then you fucked the game up with them Puerto Rico grills 

Rick Ross: 

My guns got whips, quiet-ridin' on them Air Shox 

Ice cream got the car painted like a glow-pot (Ross) 

No chop, just guts in the glasshouse 

10 blocks, no cut in my last house 

Pull the pots out, watch out, I'm a chef (chef) 

It's Ricky Ross, I'm the boss and the fuckin' best (best) 

I'ma burn rubber (rubber) 

I'ma burn cheese (cheese) 

I'ma burn these boys tryna hurt me 

I'm on that reefer and liquor 

Whent on the block kinda pitcher 

The public see me in my Chevy, gotta start they want pictures 

We ridin' 6's and vogues, 30's and lows 

Now it's 20 stitches, bitches throwin' up those 

Zoes call me Sal, Latinos call me Susio 

Chevy ridin' high, like you seen a UFO 

Haters be creepin' cuz all that work I be leapin' 

Now Or Laters be leakin' 

Elevators, can't reach 'em baby 

Dre & Rick Ross: 

Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy 

Chevy ridin' high 

(Bumping gangsta music) 

Chevy, Chevy ridin' high boy 

Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high 

(Bumping gangsta music) 

(Repeat)