Touch That Ass Lyrics

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 a*s?
Touch that a*s, oh yeah, touch that a*s
If I fly you first cla*s, can I touch that a*s?
Touch that a*s, yeah, touch that a*s

Now I don't mind throwin' cash, can I touch that a*s?
Touch that a*s, yeah, touch that a*s
Ya homegirl kinda bad, can I touch her a*s?
Touch her a*s, oh yeah, touch her a*s

You might catch me on Cheetah's wit a down d**k eater
Standin' on the block in a fresh wifebeater
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 s*ck on my d**k
'Cause if you s*ck on my d**k you better swallow that shit
Ya young bitch, niggas still runnin' they mouth

It's one thing that I gotta ask, can I touch that a*s?
Touch that a*s, oh yeah, touch that a*s
If I fly you first cla*s, can I touch that a*s?
Touch that a*s, yeah, touch that a*s

Now I don't mind throwin' cash, can I touch that a*s?
Touch that a*s, oh yeah, touch that a*s
Ya homegirl kinda bad, can I touch her a*s?
Touch her a*s, oh yeah, touch her a*s

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 a*s roll
pus*y look like gold comin' down that pole

Got the whole club outta 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

It's one thing I gotta ask, can I touch that a*s?
Touch that a*s, oh yeah, touch that a*s
If I fly you first cla*s, can I touch that a*s?
Touch that a*s, yeah, touch that a*s

Now I don't mind throwin' cash, can I touch that a*s?
Touch that a*s, oh yeah, touch that a*s
Ya homegirl kinda bad, can I touch her a*s?
Touch her a*s, oh yeah, touch her a*s

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 a*s, 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 d**k 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

It's one thing I gotta ask, can I touch that a*s?
Touch that a*s, oh yeah, touch that a*s
If I fly you first cla*s, can I touch that a*s?
Touch that a*s, yeah, touch that a*s

Now I don't mind throwin' cash, can I touch that a*s?
Touch that a*s, oh yeah, touch that a*s
Ya homegirl kinda bad, can I touch her a*s?
Touch her a*s, oh yeah, touch her a*s

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