Trina feat. Rick Ross Hot Commodity Lyrics

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Drum Major...
Yea its that real **** (feel me x2)
Laid back, lay back

Up in this ***** feel better than a lottery
Don't lie to me
I'm a hot commodity
Six figures from a ***** cause he gotta be
Don't lie to me I'm what you tryna be
I'm a big girl
Not a lil' girl,
I had a real man, move a real girl
We was real close, he had real money
All he ever asked never steal from me
That was real ****
I'm a real *****
He told me stay real, I'm ma make you real rich
Back to reality is this real?
Big house on the hill far from Lincoln field

I'm so hood yet I wouldn't stay
Couldn't name a price that a ***** wouldn't pay
Snap my fingers he'll be over here today,
If I ask he'll rub my feet for days

[Chorus]
Cause up in this ***** feel better than the lottery
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity
Six figures from 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 [Repeat x2]
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the baddest of them all?
There was a rubble tubble 5 minutes it lasted
You the ***** in the flyest fashions

Pull up to the crib, park on the grass
The boy so trill, spark up the grass
She's so real with all kind 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 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 ***** to crush (come here)
Crib so plush (plush)
***** don't blush (blush)
20 stacks outta town
Just yo luck (boss)
Cause up in that ***** 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

[Chorus]

Smell the fragrances, it's unforgettable
Had a hoes hatin' datin' back to middle school
Apple Bottom jeans, boots with the fur
Might cause a blur so is it really her? (is it her)
Leave ya man like Mmm...
I'm done when I cum
Cause up in this ***** feels better than the lottery
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity
Dada county, up to Tallahassee
Atlanta these ***** be getting at me
Philly, D.C., NY to Chi Town
Quick stop in New Orleans and damn near drowned (ugh)
But a ***** so fly
I don't need no front
I live in the sky
Deal with big money
Can you deal with a dime?
I'm lookin' in ya eyes, better not tell a lie

[Chorus]

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