Hot Commodity (feat. Rick Ross)

Yeah, that's that real shit, feel me? (Feel me)

Laid back Maybach

(Oh) Up in this pussy feel better than the lottery

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

Six figures from the **** '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, movin' 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'ma make you real rich"

Back to reality, is this real?

Big house on the hill, far from Lincoln Field (Oh)

I'm so hood, yet I wouldn't stay

Couldn't name a price that the **** wouldn't pay

Snap my fingers, he'll be over here today

If I ask, 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 **** '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 of ass

And six 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' dough

I ain't trippin' though, 'cause your boy dealin' dope

Before I heard, I didn't kiss too much

But right now, I need a bitch to crush

Crib so plush, bitch, don't blush

Twenty stacks out of town, just your 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 just to ride with me

Why fly coach, baby girl, fly 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 the **** '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 fragrance, it's unforgettable

Had a hoes hating dating back to middle school

Apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur

Might cause a blur, so is it really her?

Leave your man like umm

I'm done when I cum

'Cause up in this pussy feel better than the lottery

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

Dade 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

But a bitch so fly

I don't need no flight

I live in the sky

Deal with big money, can you deal with a dime?

I'm lookin' in your eyes, better 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 the **** '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