Touch That Ass Lyrics - Rich Boy - Rich Boy

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, oh yeah, touch that ass 

If I fly you 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, oh yeah, touch her ass 

You might catch me on Cheetah's wit a down dick 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 suck on my dick 

'Cause if you suck on my dick 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 ass? 

Touch that ass, oh yeah, touch that ass 

If I fly you 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, oh yeah, touch that ass 

Ya homegirl kinda bad, can I touch her ass? 

Touch her ass, oh yeah, touch her ass 

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 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 ass? 

Touch that ass, oh yeah, touch that ass 

If I fly you 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, oh yeah, touch that ass 

Ya homegirl kinda bad, can I touch her ass? 

Touch her ass, oh yeah, touch her ass 

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 

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

Touch that ass, oh yeah, touch that ass 

If I fly you 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, oh yeah, touch that ass 

Ya homegirl kinda bad, can I touch her ass? 

Touch her ass, oh yeah, touch her ass