RAF (feat. A$AP Rocky, Playboi Carti, Quavo, Lil Uzi Vert & Frank Ocean)

Dun D-D-D-Deal, hey I done came up (Yeah) Bustin' down a whole bag (Bag) Broke nigga, step back (What) Why don't you peep a nigga's swag (Yeah) You ain'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 (For what?) I'm racked up like rappers (Uh) 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 J.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 on with my lightsaber Ooh, feel like Darth Vader I'm a boss so you know I might Wraith you Ooh, Raf in my basement Yeah, pass the gas But 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, fuck your bitch once ain't got patience Yeah, fuck your bitch 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 We gon' need a bigger table, though Need some cable, tired of watchin' basic Wouldn't sign ya if I had a label That designer on a nigga label, fuego Down the bottle, still under the limit I could buy your bitch just off my debit I could buy her, not fuck up my credit Ain't no executives flexin' my blessings Ain't no middleman cuttin' my blessings I got all of this flick for the Lord's worship You ain't slammin', got the Asperger's I'ma drag that nigga, he deserve it I'ma read his ass like a LaBeija (Drag) Anna Wintour cool with my mama (True) And it's winter fool, need a bomber Plate of ravioli at Obama's, right, right, right Can't you see I'm eating (What's poppin'?) Wrist like 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 it Give Raf Simons when I'm giftin' That means sometimes I give it, you know that you want it (Yeah) Sterling silver lasers (Yessir) Rubies red, my 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 med leaf Guap is smelling like it brush teeth Say cheese, see the porcelain Xans and water, see swordfish (Plenty) Backwoods all forestry Raf draggin' on the floor, bitch Flame-thrower in it, in it (Flame, flame) I'm torchin' the road in these Gucci flames (Heat) Stuck to the pavement, they glued (Sticky) 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, yeah Please don't touch my Raf Sleep in the grass, Teddy Sleep with the Teddy Quick with the hands, ready (Ready) Please don't touch my bag Please don't touch my Raf Shirt off, I'm cam ready (Ready) Deadstock in memory (Memory) Please don't pop my tag