Rich Boy - Touch That Ass lyrics

rate me

(Yeah Rich Boy man I'm pimpin' like that)

I keep flickin' these dollars girl and... you know I just got

somethin' on my mind... Hold on Polow man stop throwin' money man

let me see what's happenin' wit' this man

It's one thing I gotta ask, can I touch that ass?

Touch that ass, yeah touch that ass

If I fly ya first class, can I touch that ass?

Touch that ass, yeah touch that ass

Now I don't mind throwin' cash, can I touch that ass?

Touch that ass, yeah touch that ass

Ya homegirl kinda bad, can I touch her ass?

Touch her ass, yeah touch her ass

Catch me on Cheetah's wit a down dick eater

Standin' on the block in a fresh wife beater

Filet mignon, me and Polow Da Don

Why they call you Rich Boy? Look at my charm

Look at my bracelet and look at my arm

Shakin' my wrist might just start a snowstorm

Up in the club and we gettin' it on

Poppin' big bottles and spillin' Patron

D-Boys be the squad Zone 4 be the label

Got a 645 wit' the satellite cable

They say I wouldn't make it but I still made it happen

One point three mill' and just start rappin'

Yeah I got a room when you suck on my dick

'Cause if you suck on my dick you better swallow that shit

Ya young bitch, niggas still runnin they mouth

One dollar, two dollar, three dollar, four

When I leave the club I take two whores

Maybe one more, back to the Doubletree

Hoes wanna double me and sip bubbly

Let's play a lil' game, Simon Says

Simon Says "why don't you give Rich Boy some head?"

No lie, I'm a cool dude

Not tryin' to be rude, just tryin' to touch you

Yeah, I'm lookin' for that super dome

I ain't talkin' 'bout the field they throw the ball on

I'm a ball on, make that ass roll

Pussy look like gold comin' down that pole

Got the whole club out of control

Fake ballers in the bitch throwin' rent money, stupid bitch

I laugh at that shit, what you wanna do?

I got hundred dollar bills, tens and twenties too

I'm takin' my money and spendin' it all

All these thick girls that I wanna take home

Throwin' big faces until they all gone

While I watch all these girls take off they thong

Mr. DJ won't you turn up my song

Bouncin' that ass I don't see nothin' wrong

One bitch, two or three bankrolls

Eighty-five thousand dollars worth of Russian rose gold

Take a picture of ya broad, put it in my iPod

She lick it dry clean when my dick get hard

Ain't playin' wit'cha baby can I get a lil' grip

Spend a couple chips, I break ya off a big tip