Rick Ross - Hot Commodity lyrics

[Talking: Trina] Yeah, that's that real sh**, feel me (feel me) Lay back Maybach, ugh [Chorus:] Up in this p**y feel better than the lottery Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity Six figures from the n***a 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** I'm a real b**h 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***a 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 p**y feel better than the lottery Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity Six figures from the n***a 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**h in the flyest fashions [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Pull up to the crib, park on the gra** The boy so trill, spark up the gra** She's so real with all kinds of a** 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** 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**h to crush (come here) Crib so plush (plush) b**h don't blush (blush) 20 stacks outta town Just yo luck (boss) Cause up in that p**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 p**y feel better than the lottery Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity Six figures from a n***a 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**h 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 p**y feels better than the lottery Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity Dade county, up to Tallaha**ee Atlanta these n***as be gettin at me Philly, D.C., NY to Chi Town Quick stop in New Orleans and damn near drowned (ugh) But a b**h 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 p**y feel better than the lottery Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity Six figures from a n***a 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**h in the flyest fashions [giggle]