Raf Lyrics - Frank Ocean

[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 

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[Verse 2: Quavo] 

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) 

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert] 

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 

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 I got patience 

Yeah, fuck 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 

[Verse 4: Frank Ocean] 

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 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