Текст песни Rich Boy - Touch That Ass
Rich Boy - Touch That Ass слова песни
[Rich Boy]
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
[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 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
[Verse 1]
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
[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 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
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]