Drum Major...
Yea it's that real shit (feel me x2)
Laid back, lay back
Up in this pussy feel better than a lottery don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity six figures from a nigga cause he gotta be don't lie to me I'm what you tryna be
I'm a big girl not a lil' girl, I had a real man, move a 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, I'm ma make you real rich back to reality is this real?
Big house on tha hill far from lincoln feild
I'm so hood yet I wouldnt stay couldnt name a price that a nigga wouldnt pay snap my fingers he'll be over here today, if I ask he'll rub my feet for days
Hook--> cause up in this pussy feel better than a lottery don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity six figures from a nigga cause he gotta be don't lie to me I'm what you tryna be
Mirror mirror on tha wall who is tha baddest of them all
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity (x2)
There was a rebel tebel 5 minutes that lasted
You tha bitch in tha flyest fashions (f**k wit a boss)
Ross--> pulled up to the crib parked on tha gras
Tha boy so treal sparked up tha grass
She so real wit all kinda ass, an 6 inch heels wit LV pass
The g's and the cheese so geeze on the cheese
Shes so high class she needs no esteem, cover girl center fold
Got me spendn dough
Ain't no trippin though cause ya boi dealn dope