[Intro]
(Dun D-D-D-Deal, hey)
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti]
I done came up (Yeah)
Bustin' down a whole bag (Bag)
Broke nigga, step back (What?)
Why don't you peep a nigga's swag? (Yeah)
Ooh, what is that? (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?)
And I'm drippin' on racks (Uh)
Rick Owens be the tag (Rick)
Niggas [?] (All that Rick)
Yeah I’m boastin’, never brag (Yeah)
Please don’t touch my Raf (What?)
Yeah, I catch ‘em like a [?] (Yeah)
Yeah, I rock it like a [?] (Yeah)
Yeah, I pop it like a tag (Uh)
Yeah, she pop it like a MAC (Uh)
Yeah, she drop it on the bag (Uh)
Yeah, I get another bag (Le’ go)
Yeah, she always bring it back (Uh)
Yeah, she know how to make it last (Yuh)
Niggas [?] (Uh)
I’mma fly first class (Uh)
Quavo hit ‘em with the dab (Yeah)
Please don’t touch my Raf (Please don’t touch that Raf)
[Verse 2: Quavo]
Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons (Yeah)
Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons (Ooh)
Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons
Do you know how much I'm spendin'? (Huh?)
My closet, it worth 'bout a milli' (Milli’)
Took the lil' bitch out the runway (Yeah)
Now she naked in the kitchen (Ooh)
Raf Simons (Ayy)
All kinds 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 (Raf)
Got your bitch, wanna date her (Ooh)
[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Huh? What?
Don't want 'em talkin' 'bout the paper
I swear to God these niggas 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 bitch 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 the Raf 'fore I made it, yeah
I wore the Raf 'fore I made it, yeah
Got that Raf all in my basement
Fuck your bitch once, ain't got patience, yeah (Yeah)
Fuck your bitch 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 (Yeah)
[Verse 4: A$AP Ant]
I get it, I count it
Your bitch got talent (Ayy)
I get it a stack
[?], that’s practice
Your bank account under the mattress
Your bank account under the mattress
I’m fuckin’ her with no attachments
[?]
[?]
Draco caught a [?]
[?]
Fuck her on a Monday
Do a show on Tuesday
Take a flight Wednesday
Damn, I’m in my bag (Goddamn)
Please don’t touch my Raf (Goddamn)
