Hot Commodity

[Talking: Trina] Yeah, that's that real shit, feel me (feel me) Lay back Maybach, ugh [Chorus:] Up in this pussy feel better than the lottery Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity Six figures from the nigga 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 shit I'm a real bitch 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 nigga 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 pussy feel better than the lottery Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity Six figures from the nigga 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 bitch 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 bitch to crush (come here) Crib so plush (plush) Bitch don't blush (blush) 20 stacks outta town Just yo luck (boss) Cause up in that pussy 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 pussy feel better than the lottery Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity Six figures from a nigga 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 bitch 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 cum Cause up in this pussy feels better than the lottery Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity Dade county, up to Tallahassee Atlanta these niggas be gettin at me Philly, D.C., NY to Chi Town Quick stop in New Orleans and damn near drowned (ugh) But a bitch 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 pussy feel better than the lottery Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity Six figures from a nigga 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 bitch in the flyest fashions [giggle]