RAF

作曲 : Rakim Mayers/David Cunningham/Jordan Carter/Quavious Marshall/Symere Woods

作词 : Frank Ocean/Rakim Mayers/David Cunningham/Jordan Carter/Quavious Marshall/Symere Woods

(Dun D-D-D-Deal, hey)

I done came up (Yeah)

Bustin' down a whole bag (Bag)

Broke n!gga, step back (What?)

Why don't you peep a n!gga's swag? (Yeah)

You ain't even gotta ask (What?)

What are those? What is that? (Yeah)

Please don't touch my Raf (Please don't touch my Raf)

Please don't touch my Raf (What?)

I'm racked up like rappers (Uh)

I'm Raf-d up on camera (That's Rick)

Get knocked out on camera (All this Rick)

Squeeze pump like asthma (Yeah, what?)

It's rare Raf when I wear Raf (Uh)

Bare Raf when I wear Raf (Rick)

Might invest into some Raf shares (All this Rick)

Lil' n!ggas still share Raf (What?)

Yeah and I'm drippin' on racks (Uh)

Rick Owens be the tag (Rick)

Do the digital dash (All this Rick)

Yeah, I'm boastin', never brag (Yah)

Please don't touch my Raf (What?)

Bought a Kris Van Assche (Yeah)

Alessandro Gucci glasses (Yeah)

J.W. Anderson collab (Uh)

Yeah, she pop it like a MAC (What?)

Yeah, she drop it on the bag (Uh)

I'ma buy another bag (Bag up)

'Cause she always bring it back (Uh)

Yeah, you know how to make it last (Yeah)

Plus, a n!gga keepin' tabs (Uh)

I'ma fly first class (Uh)

Quavo hit 'em with the dab (Yeah)

Please don't touch my Raf (Please don't touch my Raf)

Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons (Yeah, Raf)

Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons (Uh, Raf)

Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons (Ooh)

Do you know how much I'm spendin'? (Huh, ooh)

My closet, it worth 'bout a milli' (Milli', yeah, yeah)

Took the lil' b!tch out the runway (Yeah, uh)

Now she naked in the kitchen (Uh)

Raf Simons (Ayy)

All kind of crazy colors (Ayy, ayy)

Livin' color (Colors)

Left wrist, Rollie butters (Ice)

Maison Margiela my sweater (Margiela)

Mama told me never settle (Mama)

Raf Simons, don't lace 'em (It's Raf)

Got your b!tch, wanna date her (Ooh)

Huh? What?

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

I swear to God these n!ggas be haters (Yeah)

They be hatin', I feel all the vapors

Live in cul-de-sac, don't get along

Ooh, right with my neighbors (Yeah)

Diamonds on my neck and Rollie on

Now Atlanta got all different flavors

Hit that b!tch right on with my lightsaber

Ooh, feel like Darth Vader

I'm a boss so you know I might Wraith you

Ooh, Raf in my basement (Yeah)

Yeah, pass the gas

But you know that I'm gon' face it

Wait, that's the reason that they mad

'Cause Lil Uzi, yeah, he made it, ayy (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

Fxck your b!tch once, ain't got patience, yeah (Yeah)

Fxck your b!tch once 'cause I'm famous, yeah

Put my side b!tch in Marc Jacobs, ayy

Makin' them plays with my label

I get it, I count it, hundred on my table (Yeah)

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 n!gga label, fuego

Down the bottle, still under the limit

I could buy your b!tch just off my debit

I could buy her, not fvck up my credit

Ain't no executives flexin' my blessings

Ain't no middleman cuttin' 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 n!gga, he deserve it

I'ma read his a3s like a LaBeija (Drag)

Anna Wintour cool with my mama (True)

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'?)

Wrist like 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 it

Give Raf Simons when I'm giftin'

That means sometimes I give it, you know that you want it (Yeah)

Sterling silver lasers (Yessir)

Rubies red, my skin too black to blush

This b!tch too rare to bust

Seen her in the iPhone pages

This ain't on the Gram, Wizard of O-Z

Parka pockets full of med leaf

Guap is smelling like it brush teeth

Say cheese, see the porcelain (Flair)

Xans and water, see swordfish (Plenty)

Backwoods all forestry

Raf draggin' on the floor, b!tch

Flamethrower in it, in it (Flame, flame)

I'm torchin' the road in these Gucci flames (Heat)

Stuck to the pavement, they glued (Sticky)

I'm two-point-five million a venue

And twenty-five hundred a tooth (True)

I'm coatin' my lungs in the muddy

I'm cold like I'm sick with the flu (Brr)

I cover my face and I'm bloody (Yeah, brr)

That Spring/Summer 2002, two, two (Two, two)

Yeah, please don't touch my Raf

Sleep in the grass, Teddy

Sleep with the Teddy

Quick with the hands, ready (Ready)

Please don't touch my bag

Please don't touch my Raf

Shirt off, I'm cam ready (Ready)

Deadstock in memory (Memory)

Please don't pop my tag

Producer : Dun Deal

Writers : A$AP Rocky/Playboi Carti/Quavo/Lil Uzi Vert/Frank Ocean/Vegyn/Michael Uzowuru/Dun Deal