Hot Commodity Trina (Ft. Rick Ross)

[Talking: Trina]

Yeah, that's that real shit, feel me (feel me)
Lay back Maybach, ugh

[Chorus:]

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

[Verse 1: Trina]

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