Текст пісні Hot Commodity - Trina, Rick Ross

Hot Commodity

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)