Hot Commodity (feat. Rick Ross)

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 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 got me spendin' doe I ain't trippin' tho 'cause ya boy dealin' dope Before I heard, I didn't kiss to much But right now I need a bitch to crush Crib so plush Bitch don't blush 20 stacks outta town Just yo luck '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 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 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? Leave ya man like mmm, 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 Dada 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 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 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