Raf Lyrics - Asap Rocky

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti] 

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) 

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[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 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 

[Verse 2: Quavo] 

Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons 

Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons 

Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons 

Do you know how much I'm spendin'? 

My closet worth 'bout a milli 

Took the lil' bitch to the runway 

Now she naked in the kitchen 

Raf Simons 

All kind of crazy colors 

Livin' 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 bitch wanna date him 

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert] 

Huh? What? 

Don't want 'em talkin' 'bout the paper 

I swear to God these niggas be haters 

They be hatin', 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 on 

Now Atlanta got all different flavors 

Hit that bitch, 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, fuck these bitches once they got patience 

Yeah, fuck these bitches once 'cause I'm famous 

Yeah, put my side bitch in Marc Jacob 

Ayy, makin' 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 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 cut in 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 

Anna Wintour cool with my mama 

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?) 

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 giftin' 

That means sometimes I give it, you know that you want it