Can’t Touch This Songtext
von Colette Carr

Peep this spillage, man

Can′t touch this, can't touch this
They be in the club wonderin′ why they can't touch this
Can't touch this, can′t touch this
They be lookin′ dumb wonderin' why they can′t touch this
Can't touch this, can′t touch this
They be in the club wonderin' why they can′t touch this
Can't touch this, can't touch this
They be lookin′ dumb wonderin′ why they can't touch this


Look at it this way, I am a boss
I am the boss of your motherfuckin′ boss
Sick as a dog, bitches will bark
Look at these thighs, thicker than fog
Liquor and cars, women and clothes
Breakin' my back when the bass is in the Bose
Where you wanna go? Tell me when to go
She doin′ the most? Nah, we doin' the most
Don′t-don't stop 'til the place about to close
Get up out our clothes, now that bitch is naked
Flash, flash, taggin′ locations
Flash, flash, now they wanna say shit
Bitch, go stupid, yeah, I′m on that bay shit
Runnin' up my tab, I can get you wasted
Don′t touch the homie, don't touch the caseless
Act like you know me, like I′m who you came with

Can't touch this, can′t touch this
They be in the club wonderin' why they can't touch this
Can′t touch this, can′t touch this
They be lookin' dumb wonderin′ why they can't touch this
Can′t touch this, can't touch this
They be in the club wonderin′ why they can't touch this
Can't touch this, can′t touch this
They be lookin′ dumb wonderin' why they can′t touch this

What? What? Can't touch the homie
What? Hell nah, you can′t touch the homie
What? What? Can't touch the homie
What? Hell nah, you can′t touch the homie


I'm tryna get higher, higher than a hang glider
Who got a lighter? Rims spinnin' like a dryer
Audi R8, GT Spyder
Haters gon′ hate, but they really admire
The fixture on the flyer, all brand new attire
Ghetto celebrity, some of you might′ve heard of me
She diggin' my swiggidy, wanna get with me figgity
She pretty, my niggidy, come and get your persnickety
I think she wanna hit me, hit me off
Function with a savage on my Posturepedic mattress
Lifestyle lavish, tycoon status
Gettin′ money's a habit, bad batches and ratchets
I′m kind of a big deal, I promise you it's for real
I live on the hill, you can tell I ain′t missin' a meal
The club goin' crazy and it′s bonkers
We sittin′ at the bar tearin' up hundreds

Can′t touch this, can't touch this
They be in the club wonderin′ why they can't touch this
Can′t touch this, can't touch this
They be lookin' dumb wonderin′ why they can′t touch this
Can't touch this, can′t touch this
They be in the club wonderin' why they can′t touch this
Can't touch this, can′t touch this
They be lookin' dumb wonderin' why they can′t touch this

What? What? Can′t touch the homie
What? Hell nah, you can't touch the homie
What? What? Can′t touch the homie
What? Hell nah, you can't touch the homie

Can′t touch it, mane, can't touch it, mane
Can′t touch it, mane, can't touch this
Can't touch it, mane, can′t touch it, mane
Can′t touch it, mane, can't touch this
What? Hell nah, you can′t touch the homie
What? What? Can't touch the homie
Can′t touch it, mane, can't touch it, mane
Can′t touch it, mane, can't touch this

Can't touch this, can′t touch this
They be in the club wonderin′ why they can't touch this
Can′t touch this, can't touch this
They be lookin′ dumb wonderin' why they can′t touch this
Can't touch this, can't touch this
They be in the club wonderin′ why they can′t touch this
Can't touch this, can′t touch this
They be lookin' dumb wonderin′ why they can't touch this

What? What? Can′t touch the homie
What? Hell nah, you can't touch the homie
What? What? Can't touch the homie
What? Hell nah, you can′t touch the homie