[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)

[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 bags

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]

Please 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 it 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? Wait

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, oh

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 Jacob

Ayy, makin' them plays with my label

I get it, I count it, hundred on my table

[Verse 4: Frank Ocean]

Sterling silver lasers

Rubies red, my skin too black to blush

This bitch to ret to bust

Seen it on the iPhone pages

This ain't on the Gram, Wizard of Oz

Parka pockets full of mint leaves

Guap smelling like it brush teeth

Say cheese, see the porcelain

Xans and water, see swordfish

Backwoods all forestry

Raf draggin' off the floor, bitch

Flame thrower in it

I'm torchin' the road in these Gucci flames

Stuck to the pavement, they glued

I'm 2.5 million a venue

And 2500 a tooth

I'm coatin' my lungs in the muddy

I'm cold like I'm sick with the flu

I covered my face and I'm bloody

That's 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