Rich Boy Touch That Ass Lyrics

Rich Boy Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 The Madness
  • 2 Role Models
  • 3 Boy Looka Here
  • 4 Throw Some D’s
  • 5 What It Do
  • 6 Good Things
  • 7 Hustla Balla Gangsta Mack
  • 8 Touch That Ass
  • 9 On the Regular
  • 10 Gangsta (interlude)
  • 11 Get to Poppin
  • 12 And I Love You
  • 13 Lost Girls
  • 14 Ghetto Rich
  • 15 Let’s Get This Paper / Balla Life
  • 16 Throw Some D’s (remix)
  • (Yeah Rich Boy man I'm pimpin' like that)

    [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

    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


    [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


    [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


    Written by: Jamal F. Jones, Marece Benjamin Richards
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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