Trina

Trina - Hot Commodity lyrics

rate me

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

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 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? Baby~girl ride with me

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

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

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 pussy feels better than the lottery

Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity

Dade county, up to Tallahassee

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 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

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

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