[00:00.000] 作曲 : Rakim Mayers/David Cunningham/Jordan Carter/Quavious Marshall/Symere Woods
[00:01.000] 作词 : Frank Ocean/Rakim Mayers/David Cunningham/Jordan Carter/Quavious Marshall/Symere Woods
[00:11.064] (Dun D-D-D-Deal, hey)
[00:14.281] I done came up (Yeah)
[00:16.497] Bustin' down a whole bag (Bag)
[00:18.202] Broke n!gga, step back (What?)
[00:19.953] Why don't you peep a n!gga's swag? (Yeah)
[00:21.797] You ain't even gotta ask (What?)
[00:23.526] What are those? What is that? (Yeah)
[00:25.276] Please don't touch my Raf (Please don't touch my Raf)
[00:27.311] Please don't touch my Raf (What?)
[00:29.041] I'm racked up like rappers (Uh)
[00:30.686] I'm Raf-d up on camera (That's Rick)
[00:32.424] Get knocked out on camera (All this Rick)
[00:34.078] Squeeze pump like asthma (Yeah, what?)
[00:36.127] It's rare Raf when I wear Raf (Uh)
[00:37.972] Bare Raf when I wear Raf (Rick)
[00:39.701] Might invest into some Raf shares (All this Rick)
[00:41.529] Lil' n!ggas still share Raf (What?)
[00:43.144] Yeah and I'm drippin' on racks (Uh)
[00:45.081] Rick Owens be the tag (Rick)
[00:46.844] Do the digital dash (All this Rick)
[00:48.595] Yeah, I'm boastin', never brag (Yah)
[00:50.320] Please don't touch my Raf (What?)
[00:52.177] Bought a Kris Van Assche (Yeah)
[00:53.915] Alessandro Gucci glasses (Yeah)
[00:55.643] J.W. Anderson collab (Uh)
[00:57.395] Yeah, she pop it like a MAC (What?)
[00:59.357] Yeah, she drop it on the bag (Uh)
[01:01.102] I'ma buy another bag (Bag up)
[01:02.734] 'Cause she always bring it back (Uh)
[01:04.687] Yeah, you know how to make it last (Yeah)
[01:06.427] Plus, a n!gga keepin' tabs (Uh)
[01:08.183] I'ma fly first class (Uh)
[01:10.025] Quavo hit 'em with the dab (Yeah)
[01:11.870] Please don't touch my Raf (Please don't touch my Raf)
[01:13.740] Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons (Yeah, Raf)
[01:15.479] Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons (Uh, Raf)
[01:17.210] Ho, don't step on my Raf Simons (Ooh)
[01:18.939] Do you know how much I'm spendin'? (Huh, ooh)
[01:20.808] My closet, it worth 'bout a milli' (Milli', yeah, yeah)
[01:22.449] Took the lil' b!tch out the runway (Yeah, uh)
[01:24.382] Now she naked in the kitchen (Uh)
[01:26.214] Raf Simons (Ayy)
[01:27.651] All kind of crazy colors (Ayy, ayy)
[01:29.793] Livin' color (Colors)
[01:31.123] Left wrist, Rollie butters (Ice)
[01:33.376] Maison Margiela my sweater (Margiela)
[01:35.103] Mama told me never settle (Mama)
[01:36.930] Raf Simons, don't lace 'em (It's Raf)
[01:38.757] Got your b!tch, wanna date her (Ooh)
[01:40.608] Huh? What?
[01:42.339] Don't want 'em talkin' 'bout the paper
[01:44.002] I swear to God these n!ggas be haters (Yeah)
[01:45.736] They be hatin', I feel all the vapors
[01:47.570] Live in cul-de-sac, gon' get that lawn
[01:49.309] Ooh, right with my neighbors (Yeah)
[01:51.153] Diamonds on my neck and Rollie on
[01:52.905] Now Atlanta got all different flavors
[01:54.738] Hit that b!tch right on with my lightsaber
[01:56.468] Ooh, feel like Darth Vader
[01:58.204] I'm a boss so you know I might Wraith you
[02:00.042] Ooh, Raf in my basement (Yeah)
[02:01.974] Yeah, pass the gas
[02:03.714] But you know that I'm gon' face it
[02:05.667] Wait, that's the reason that they mad
[02:07.203] 'Cause Lil Uzi, yeah, he made it, ayy (Yeah)
[02:09.251] I wore that Raf 'fore I made it, yeah
[02:10.913] I wore that Raf 'fore I made it, yeah
[02:12.738] Got that Raf all in my basement, yeah
[02:14.486] Fvck your b!tch once, ain't got patience, yeah (Yeah)
[02:16.413] Fvck your b!tch once 'cause I'm famous, yeah
[02:18.166] Put my side b!tch in Marc Jacobs, ayy
[02:19.894] Makin' them plays with my label
[02:21.630] I get it, I count it, hundred on my table (Yeah)
[02:23.067] We gon' need a bigger table, though
[02:24.598] Need some cable, tired of watchin' basic
[02:26.463] Wouldn't sign ya if I had a label
[02:28.199] That designer on a n!gga label, fuego
[02:30.153] Down the bottle, still under the limit
[02:31.813] I could buy your b!tch just off my debit
[02:33.550] I could buy her, not fvck up my credit
[02:35.390] Ain't no executives flexin' my blessings
[02:37.233] Ain't no middleman cuttin' my blessings
[02:38.992] I got all of this flick for the Lord's worship
[02:41.238] You ain't slammin', got the Asperger's
[02:42.669] I'ma drag that n!gga, he deserve it
[02:44.410] I'ma read his a3s like a LaBeija (Drag)
[02:46.156] Anna Wintour cool with my mama (True)
[02:47.887] And it's winter fool, need a bomber
[02:49.648] Plate of ravioli at Obama's, right, right, right
[02:52.181] Can't you see I'm eating (What's poppin'?)
[02:53.422] Wrist like ravioli, stuffed with diamonds, right, right?
[02:55.456] We don't have the same problems
[02:57.183] I get Raf Simons 'cause I'm gifted
[02:58.717] That means sometimes I get it and don't even want it
[03:00.749] Give Raf Simons when I'm giftin'
[03:02.399] That means sometimes I give it, you know that you want it (Yeah)
[03:04.340] Sterling silver lasers (Yessir)
[03:07.810] Rubies red, my skin too black to blush
[03:10.235] This b!tch too rare to bust
[03:11.982] Seen her in the iPhone pages
[03:13.222] This ain't on the Gram, Wizard of O-Z
[03:15.059] Parka pockets full of med leaf
[03:17.290] Guap is smelling like it brush teeth
[03:19.135] Say cheese, see the porcelain (Flair)
[03:20.884] Xans and water, see swordfish (Plenty)
[03:22.645] Backwoods all forestry
[03:24.410] Raf draggin' on the floor, b!tch
[03:27.656] Flamethrower in it, in it (Flame, flame)
[03:29.710] I'm torchin' the road in these Gucci flames (Heat)
[03:31.562] Stuck to the pavement, they glued (Sticky)
[03:33.302] I'm two-point-five million a venue
[03:35.643] And twenty-five hundred a tooth (True)
[03:36.551] I'm coatin' my lungs in the muddy
[03:38.710] I'm cold like I'm sick with the flu (Brr)
[03:40.549] I cover my face and I'm bloody (Yeah, brr)
[03:42.205] That Spring/Summer 2002, two, two (Two, two)
[03:45.085] Yeah, please don't touch my Raf
[03:47.743] Sleep in the grass, Teddy
[03:49.377] Sleep with the Teddy
[03:51.238] Quick with the hands, ready (Ready)
[03:53.168] Please don't touch my bag
[03:54.984] Please don't touch my Raf
[03:56.694] Shirt off, I'm cam ready (Ready)
[03:58.538] Deadstock in memory (Memory)
[04:00.271] Please don't pop my tag

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, gon' get that lawn
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
Fvck your b!tch once, ain't got patience, yeah (Yeah)
Fvck 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