Written by:A$AP Rocky/Frank Ocean/Lil Uzi Vert/Quavo

I done came up
Yuh
Bustin' down a whole bag
Bag
Broke nigga step back
What
Why don't you peep a nigga'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
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 niggas still share Raf
Yeah and I'm drippin' on racks
Rick Owens be the tag
Do the digital dash
Yeah I'm boastin' 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 nigga keepin' tabs
I'ma fly first class
Quavo hit 'em with the dab

Please don't touch my Raf Simons
Hoe don't step on my Raf Simons
Raf
Hoe don't step on my Raf Simons
Raf
Hoe don't step on my Raf Simons
Raf
Do you know how much I'm spendin'
Woo
My closet it worth 'bout a milli
Yeah yeah
Took the lil' bitch to the runway
Now she naked in the kitchen
Ooh
Raf Simons
Aye
All kind of crazy colors
Aye aye
Livin' color
Colors
Left wrist Rollie butter
Ice
Maison Margiela my sweater
Margiela
Momma told me never settle
Momma
Raf Simons don't lace 'em
Raf
Got your bitch wanna date him
Ooh
Huh Wait
Don't want 'em talkin' 'bout the paper
I swear to God these niggas be haters
They be hatin' I feel all the vapors
Live in cul-de-sac gon' get that lawn
Ooh right with my neighbors
Diamonds on my neck and Rollie on
Now Atlanta got all different flavors
Hit that bitch right I'm with my Life Savers
Oh feel like Darth Vader
I'm a boss so you know I might Wraith you
Oh 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 bitches once I got patience
Yeah f**k these bitches once 'cause I'm famous
Yeah put my side bitch in Marc Jacobs
Ayy makin' them plays with my label
I get it I count it hundred on my table
Sterling silver lasers

Yessir

Rubies redmy skin too black to blush
This bitch too rare to bust
Seen her in the iPhone pages
This ain't on the Gram Wizard of OZ

Parka pockets full of mint leave
Guap is smelling like it brush teeth
Say cheese see the porcelain
Xans and water see swordfish
Backwoods all forestry
Raf draggin' on the floor bitch
Flame thrower in it in it
I'm torchin' the road in these Gucci flames
Stuck to the pavement they glued
I'm two-point-five million a venue
And twenty-five hundred a tooth

I'm coatin' my lungs in the muddy
I'm cold like I'm sick with the flu
I cover my face and I'm bloody
That Spring/Summer 2002
Two two two two yeah
Please don't touch my Raf
Sleep Pendergrass Teddy
Sleep with the Teddy
Quick with the hands ready
Please don't touch my bag
Please don't touch my Raf
Shirt off I'm cam ready
Deadstock in memory
Please don't pop my tag
***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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Written by:A$AP Rocky/Frank Ocean/Lil Uzi Vert/Quavo

I done came up
Yuh
Bustin' down a whole bag
Bag
Broke nigga step back
What
Why don't you peep a nigga'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
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 niggas still share Raf
Yeah and I'm drippin' on racks
Rick Owens be the tag
Do the digital dash
Yeah I'm boastin' 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 nigga keepin' tabs
I'ma fly first class
Quavo hit 'em with the dab

Please don't touch my Raf Simons
Hoe don't step on my Raf Simons
Raf
Hoe don't step on my Raf Simons
Raf
Hoe don't step on my Raf Simons
Raf
Do you know how much I'm spendin'
Woo
My closet it worth 'bout a milli
Yeah yeah
Took the lil' bitch to the runway
Now she naked in the kitchen
Ooh
Raf Simons
Aye
All kind of crazy colors
Aye aye
Livin' color
Colors
Left wrist Rollie butter
Ice
Maison Margiela my sweater
Margiela
Momma told me never settle
Momma
Raf Simons don't lace 'em
Raf
Got your bitch wanna date him
Ooh
Huh Wait
Don't want 'em talkin' 'bout the paper
I swear to God these niggas be haters
They be hatin' I feel all the vapors
Live in cul-de-sac gon' get that lawn
Ooh right with my neighbors
Diamonds on my neck and Rollie on
Now Atlanta got all different flavors
Hit that bitch right I'm with my Life Savers
Oh feel like Darth Vader
I'm a boss so you know I might Wraith you
Oh 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 bitches once I got patience
Yeah f**k these bitches once 'cause I'm famous
Yeah put my side bitch in Marc Jacobs
Ayy makin' them plays with my label
I get it I count it hundred on my table
Sterling silver lasers

Yessir

Rubies redmy skin too black to blush
This bitch too rare to bust
Seen her in the iPhone pages
This ain't on the Gram Wizard of OZ

Parka pockets full of mint leave
Guap is smelling like it brush teeth
Say cheese see the porcelain
Xans and water see swordfish
Backwoods all forestry
Raf draggin' on the floor bitch
Flame thrower in it in it
I'm torchin' the road in these Gucci flames
Stuck to the pavement they glued
I'm two-point-five million a venue
And twenty-five hundred a tooth

I'm coatin' my lungs in the muddy
I'm cold like I'm sick with the flu
I cover my face and I'm bloody
That Spring/Summer 2002
Two two two two yeah
Please don't touch my Raf
Sleep Pendergrass Teddy
Sleep with the Teddy
Quick with the hands ready
Please don't touch my bag
Please don't touch my Raf
Shirt off I'm cam ready
Deadstock in memory
Please don't pop my tag


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