
FLOOR SEATS RiFF RAFF (Ft. Chief Keef & DJ Paul)
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[Intro: DJ Paul]
DJ Paul, DJ Paul, DJ Paul, DJ Paul
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the po-po
Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the po-po
Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the po-po
Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the po-po
[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF, Chief Keef & DJ Paul]
Yo, cranberry red while I ride back to back
Half-pint of Cognac in my Gucci backpack
Hey, this ain't no game, we ain't playin' blackjack (Buh)
And we been on your block like I got a bad back
Might move to Orlando like Shaq
Pulled up to Outback in the matte black 'Lac
Pull the red carpet out like Hollywood Access
All-all-all this fuckin' ice, y'all should call me treasure chest (DJ Paul, DJ Paul, DJ Paul, DJ Paul)
Uh, I might I might pour a six in my peach Sunkist
Strawberry wrist, Caddy roar into Saks Fifth
Pull up to the Saks and the kids go, "That's him"
They selling' candy, I give 'em all a fifty, it's that simple
DJ Paul, DJ Paul, DJ Paul, DJ Paul
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the po-po
Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the po-po
Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the po-po
Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the po-po
[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF, Chief Keef & DJ Paul]
Yo, cranberry red while I ride back to back
Half-pint of Cognac in my Gucci backpack
Hey, this ain't no game, we ain't playin' blackjack (Buh)
And we been on your block like I got a bad back
Might move to Orlando like Shaq
Pulled up to Outback in the matte black 'Lac
Pull the red carpet out like Hollywood Access
All-all-all this fuckin' ice, y'all should call me treasure chest (DJ Paul, DJ Paul, DJ Paul, DJ Paul)
Uh, I might I might pour a six in my peach Sunkist
Strawberry wrist, Caddy roar into Saks Fifth
Pull up to the Saks and the kids go, "That's him"
They selling' candy, I give 'em all a fifty, it's that simple
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