Touch That Ass

(album: Rich Boy - 2007)

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

[Rich Boy]
I keep flicking these dollars girl and... you know I just got
something on my mind... Hold on Polow man stop throwing money man
let me see what's happening wit' this man

[Chorus]
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 throwing 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

[Verse 1]
Catch me on Cheetah's wit a down dick eater
Standing 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
Shaking my wrist might just start a snowstorm
Up in the club and we getting it on
Popping big bottles and spilling 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 rapping
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
[gunshots]

[Chorus]

[verse 2]
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 trying to be rude, just trying to touch you
Yeah, I'm looking for that super dome
I ain't talking 'bout the field they throw the ball on
I'm a ball on, make that ass roll
Pussy look like gold coming down that pole
Got the whole club out of control
Fake ballers in the bitch throwing rent money, stupid bitch
I laugh at that shit, what you wanna do?
I got hundred dollar bills, tens and twenties too

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I'm taking my money and spending it all
All these thick girls that I wanna take home
Throwing 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
Bouncing that ass I don't see nothing 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 playing wit'cha baby can I get a lil' grip
Spend a couple chips, I break ya off a big tip

[Chorus]