Hot Commodity

[Talking: Trina] Yeah, that's that real shit, 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 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 pus*y 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 gra*s The boy so trill, spark up the gra*s She's so real with all kind a a*s 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 cla*s 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 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? Baby~girl ride with me 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 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 haten daten 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 Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I'm done when I cum Cause up in this pus*y feels better than the lottery Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity Dada county, up to Tallaha*see Atlanta these nigga be getting 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 front 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 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 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]