Playboi Carti - Raf lyrics

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti] I done came up (yuh) Bustin' down a whole bag (bag) Broke n***a, step back (what) Why don't you peep a n***a's swag (yuh) You don't even gotta ask (for what?) What are those? What is that? (For y'all) Please don't touch my Raf (Please don't touch my Raf) Please don't touch my Raf (what) [Verse 1: A$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 n***as 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 gla**es 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 n***a keepin' tabs I'ma fly first cla** Quavo hit 'em with the dab Please don't touch my Raf Simons [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' b**h 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 bu*ter (Ice) Maison Margiela my sweater (Margiela) Momma told me never settle (Momma) Raf Simons, don't lace 'em (Raf) Got your b**h wanna date him (Ooh) [Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert] Huh? Wait Don't want 'em talkin' 'bout the paper I swear to God these n***as 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 b**h 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 pa** 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** these b**hes once I got patience Yeah, f** these b**hes once 'cause I'm famous Yeah, put my side b**h 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 b**h 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, b**h 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 Pendergra**, 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