Trina, Rick Ross - Hot Commodity lyrics

Yeah, that's that real shit, feel me
(feel me) lay back Maybach, ugh

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


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

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
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