Hot Commodity lyrics

[Talking: Trina]

Yeah, that's that real sh*t, feel me (feel me)
Lay back Maybach, ugh

[Chorus:]

Up in this pus*y feel better than the lottery
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity
Six figures from the n*gga cause he got to be
Don't lie to me; I'm what you try to be

[Verse 1: Trina]

I'm a big girl not a little girl
I had a real man
Moving real girl
We was real close
He had real money
All he ever asked "never steal from me"
That was real sh*t
I'm a real b*tch
He told me stay real and I'm a make you real rich
Back to reality
Is this real?
Big house on the hill far from Lincoln Field. (ohh)
I'm so hood, yet I wouldn't stay
Couldn't name a price that the n*gga wouldn't pay
Snap my fingers he'll be over here today
If I asks, he'll rub my feet for days
[Chorus:]

Cause up in this pus*y feel better than the lottery
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity
Six figures from the n*gga cause he got to be
Don't lie to me; I'm what you try to be
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the baddest of them all?
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity [x2]
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the baddest of them all?
There was a rubble tubble 5 minutes it lasted
You the b*tch in the flyest fashions

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Pull up to the crib, park on the grass
The boy so trill, spark up the grass
She's so real with all kinds of ass
And 6 inch heels with LV bags
The g's in the G's
So G's on the g's
She's so high class
I need nor steeze
Cover girl centerfold (fold) got me spendin doe (doe)
I ain't trippin tho
Cause ya boy dealin dope (dope)
Before I heard, I didn't kiss to much (naw)
But right now
I need a b*tch to crush (come here)
Crib so plush (plush)
b*tch don't blush (blush)
20 stacks outta town
Just yo luck (boss)
Cause up in that pus*y feel better than the lottery
Don't lie to me yeah you a hot commodity
Six figures I give ya just to ride with me (ride)
Why fly coach? Babygirl ride with me
[Chorus:]

Cause up in this pus*y feel better than the lottery
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity
Six figures from a n*gga cause he got to be
Don't lie to me; I'm what you try to be
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the baddest of them all?
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity [x2]
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the baddest of them all?
There was a rubble tubble 5 minutes it lasted
You the b*tch in the flyest fashions

[Verse 2:]

Smell the fragrances, it's unforgettable
Had a hoes hating dating back to middle school
Apple Bottom jeans, boots with tha fur
Might cause a blur so is it really her? (is it her)
Leave ya man like ummmmm....
I'm done when I c*m
Cause up in this pus*y feels better than the lottery
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity
Dade county, up to Tallahassee
Atlanta these n*ggas be gettin at me
Philly, D.C., NY to Chi Town
Quick stop in New Orleans and damn near drowned (ugh)
But a b*tch so fly
I don't need no flight
I live in tha sky
Deal with big money
Can you deal with a dime?
I'm lookin in ya eyes, betta not tell a lie
[Chorus:]

Cause up in this pus*y feel better than the lottery
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity
Six figures from a n*gga cause he got to be
Don't lie to me; I'm what you try to be
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the baddest of them all?
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity [x2]
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the baddest of them all?
There was a rubble tubble 5 minutes it lasted
You the b*tch in the flyest fashions [giggle]