[Intro: Usher]
 Touch’n you, Touch’n you
 Ross, eh! what’s the problem with these rappers?
 They don’t know how to play it cool, you know?
 I mean there's a time and place for everything
 Been thinking bout you all day
 Right now, it's about that time
 Touch’n you, touch’n you, touch’n you
 Look how you turn me on baby
 (you like when you talk to him, I mean for saying something)
 Singing is beleving, USHER, baby
 Turn the lights on

 [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
She kissing on me, biting on my bottom lip
In the gallery all I get is buy me this
 Conversations on the phone until the break of [bad word] to her home, I gotta make her moan
 Mean hustle got me chasing all this fast money
 Viliaci all the sneakers, now she touching cash money
 So y in them all black and sepy heels
 50 stacks in her bag so she know it’s real
Top of the Ferrari now we thugged out
 Smoking on that callie bumping 2Pac
 It’s me against the world now what’s your phone number
Jumping in that range rover and [bad word] over!

 [Hook: Usher]
 Touch’n you, touch’n you
 Been thinking bout you all day
 Touch’n you, touch’n you
 Still can’t get my mind off your body
 I’m day dreaming 'bout, look how you turn me on baby
 Touch’n you, touch’n you
 Cause nobody confess to your body
 Every time you let me touch
 Touch’n you, touch’n you
 And every time you let me
 [bad word] to your body, yeah
 Touch’n you, touch’n you

 [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I think I wanna put a ring on it
I think I wanna tat her name on me
I had a lot of y women, but this is not the same for me
Bounce, love it how she always make it bounce
 Rose petals on her bed, I walk in unannounced
 I love it when she speak a different language (papito!)
I touch her in so many different angles
 Born stunna and my baby so stunning
 Wanna, but she find them so funny
 I’m getting money, living like the most wanted
She all I ever needed, now I think it's her body

 [Hook]

 [Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Pink champagne for my dime piece
 In the sheets you know I flip her like a 9 piece
In the streets you know I’m eating like a lion feast
 Lick a nipple tryna tickle all the finer things
Keys to the crib, keep it trill, time to handle bizz
 Big dreamer, new beamer, just the realest
Cover of the source, owner of the Porsche
Killing all haters, showing no remorse
Knocking at the door, she recognize the voice
 I’m not them other boys, she know I shine the most
She modeling a lot I know she on the go
 Another bottle of Siroc, baby let’s have a toast

 [Hook]