(Chorus – A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti)
I done came up, yuh
Busting down a whole bag, bag
Broke ni**a, step back, what
Why don’t you peep a ni**a’s swag, yuh
You don’t even gotta ask for what?
What are those? What is that? For y’all
Please don’t touch my Raf, Please don’t touch my Raf
Please don’t touch my Raf, what
(Verse 1 – A$AP Rocky)
I’m racked up like rappers
I’m Raf’d up on camera
Get knocked out on camera
Squeeze pump like asthma
It’s rare Raf when I wear Raf
Bare Raf when I wear Raf
Might invest into some Raf shares
Lil ni**as still share Raf
Yeah and I’m dripping on racks
Rick Owens be the tag
Do the digital dash
Yeah I’m boasting, never brag
Please don’t touch my Raf
Bought a Kris Van Assche
Alessandra Gucci glasses
W. Anderson collab
Yeah she pop it like a mac
Yeah she drop it on the bag
I’ma buy another bag
Cause she always bring it back
Yeah you know how to make it last
Plus a ni**a keeping tabs
I’ma fly first class
Quavo hit em with the dab
Please don’t touch my Raf Simons
(Verse 2 – Quavo)
Please don’t step on my Raf Simons
Hoe don’t step on my Raf Simons
Hoe don’t step on my Raf Simons
Do you know how much I’m spending?
My closet worth bout a milli
Took the lil bi**h to the runway
Now she naked in the kitchen
Raf Simons
All kind of crazy colors
Living color
Left wrist, Rollie butter, ice
Maison Margiela my sweater, Margiela
Mama told me never settle, mama!
Raf Simons, don’t lace em
Got your bi**h wanna date him
(Verse 3 – Lil Uzi Vert)
Huh? Wait
Don’t want em talking bout the paper
I swear to God these ni**as be haters
They be hating, I feel out the vapors
Live in cul-de-sac, gon get that lawn
Ooh, right with my neighbors
Diamonds on my neck and Rollie, oh
Now Atlanta got all different flavors
Hit that bi**h I’m with my Life Savers
Oooh, feel like Darth Vader
I’m a boss so you know I might Wraith you
Ooh, Raf in my basement
Yeah pass the gas
Bet you know that I’m gon face it
Wait, that’s the reason that they mad
Cause Lil Uzi, yeah he made it
Yeah, I wore that Raf fore I made it
Yeah, I wore that Raf fore I made it
Yeah, got that Raf all in my basement
Yeah, f**k these bi**hes once they got patience
Yeah, f**k these bi**hes once cause I’m famous
Yeah, put my side bi**h in Marc Jacob
Ayy, making them plays with my Lego
I get it, I count it, hundred on my table
(Verse 4 – Frank Ocean)
We gon need a bigger table though
Need some cable, tired of watching basic
Wouldn’t sign ya if I had a label
That designer on a ni**a label fuego
Down the bottle, still under the limit
I could buy your bi**h just off my debit
I could buy her, not f**k up my credit
Ain’t no executives flexing my blessings
Ain’t no middleman cut in my blessings
I got all of this flick for the Lord’s worship
You ain’t slamming, got the Asperger’s
I’ma drag that ni**a, he deserve it
I’ma read his a$$ like a Labeija
Anna Wintour cool with my mama
And it’s winter cool, need a bomber
Plate of ravioli at Obama’s right right right
Can’t you see I’m eating what’s popping?
Mix the ravioli, stuffed with diamonds right right
We don’t have the same problems
I get Raf Simons cause I’m gifted
That means sometimes I get it and don’t even want
Give Raf Simons when I’m gifting
That means sometimes I give it, you know that you want it
