A$AP Rocky - Raf

^BI done came up (yuh) ^G#mBustin' down a whole bag (bag) ^BBroke nigga, step back (what) ^G#mWhy don't you peep a nigga's swag (yuh) ^BYou don't even gotta ask (for what?) ^G#mWhat are those? What is that? (For y'all) ^BPlease don't touch my Raf (Please don't touch my Raf) ^G#mPlease don't touch my Raf (what)

^BI'm racked up like rappers ^G#mI'm Raf'd up on camera ^BGet knocked out on camera ^G#mSqueeze pump like asthma ^BIt's rare Raf when I wear Raf ^G#mBare Raf when I wear Raf ^BMight invest into some Raf shares ^G#mLil niggas still share Raf ^BYeah and I'm drippin' on racks ^G#mRick Owens be the tag ^BDo the digital dash ^G#mYeah I'm boastin', never brag ^BPlease don't touch my Raf ^G#mBought a Kris Van Assche ^BAlessandro Gucci glasses ^G#mW. Anderson collab ^BYeah, she pop it like a mac ^G#mYeah, she drop it on the bag ^BI'ma buy another bag ^G#m'Cause she always bring it back ^BYeah, you know how to make it last ^G#mPlus a nigga keepin' tabs ^BI'ma fly first class ^G#mQuavo hit 'em with the dab ^BPlease don't touch my Raf Simons

^BHo, don't step on my Raf Simons ^G#mHo, don't step on my Raf Simons ^BHo, don't step on my Raf Simons ^G#mDo you know how much I'm spendin'? ^BMy closet it worth 'bout a milli ^G#mTook the lil' bitch to the runway ^BNow she naked in the kitchen ^G#mRaf Simons ^BAll kind of crazy colors ^G#mLivin' color ^BLeft wrist, Rollie butter (ice) ^G#mMaison Margiela my sweater (Margiela) ^BMama told me never settle (mama!) ^G#mRaf Simons, don't lace 'em ^BGot your bitch wanna date him

^G#mHuh? What? ^BDon't want 'em talkin' 'bout the paper ^G#mI swear to God these niggas be haters ^BThey be hatin', I feel out the vapors ^G#mLive in cul-de-sac, gon' get that lawn ^BOoh, right with my neighbors ^G#mDiamonds on my neck and Rollie on ^BNow Atlanta got all different flavors ^G#mHit that bitch, I'm with my Life Savers ^BOooh, feel like Darth Vader ^G#mI'm a boss so you know I might Wraith you ^BOoh, Raf in my basement ^G#mYeah, pass the gas ^BBet you know that I'm gon' face it ^G#mWait, that's the reason that they mad ^B'Cause Lil Uzi, yeah he made it ^G#mYeah, I wore that Raf 'fore I made it ^BYeah, I wore that Raf 'fore I made it ^G#mYeah, got that Raf all in my basement ^BYeah, fuck these bitches once they got patience ^G#mYeah, fuck these bitches once 'cause I'm famous ^BYeah, put my side bitch in Marc Jacob ^G#mAyy, makin' them plays with my label ^BI get it, I count it, hundred on my table

^G#mWe gon' need a bigger table though ^BNeed some cable, tired of watchin' basic ^G#mWouldn't sign ya if I had a label ^BThat designer on a nigga label fuego ^G#mDown the bottle, still under the limit ^BI could buy your bitch just off my debit ^G#mI could buy her, not fuck up my credit ^BAin't no executives flexin' my blessings ^G#mAin't no middleman cut in my blessings ^BI got all of this flick for the Lord's worship ^G#mYou ain't slammin', got the Asperger's ^BI'ma drag that nigga, he deserve it ^G#mI'ma read his ass like a Labeija ^BAnna Wintour cool with my mama ^G#mAnd it's winter fool, need a bomber ^BPlate of ravioli at Obama's right right right ^G#m(Can't you see I'm eating what's poppin?) ^BMix the ravioli, stuffed with diamonds, right, right? ^G#m(We don't have the same problems) ^BI get Raf Simons 'cause I'm gifted ^G#mThat means sometimes I get it and don't even want ^BGive Raf Simons when I'm giftin' ^G#mThat means sometimes I give it, ^Byou know that you want it