Lyric I ll Be Your Player (Remix)
Yeah Committee remix you can t beat us (who you is fool?)
They call me Trick Daddy Dollars (like that)
Being that I m... (x4)
Real I feel you need a man in your life child
Somebody black baldheaded plus buckwild
They call me Trick Daddy Dollars
A real woman scholar
If a players what you want lil momma holla
Yeah I ma holla through you looking good
So Trick what you wanna do
I asked my girls if all the player talk was true
They told me yeah girl, hurry up and make your move
Now can I be your lover
Don t bother asking your friends about my Benz and ends
Unless you planning on me staying yeah
I get my freak on, plus my back strong
No more sad songs for long girl your daddy s home
I ll be your player
I need a player
Someone who s gonna treat me right
(If a players what you want lil momma holla)
So Trick you a player Boo
I like your game if you want I m available
I ll get you sprung off the way I use my tounge ohhhh
I ll get you hot when my lips touch your spot
I ll lick you like a lollipop, damn I can hardly stop
You make me scream, yell, holla (who you wit ?)
Trick Daddy Dollars
I turn you on when I touch your chest
And you turn me on when you kiss my neck
Nothing less than deep penetration
Anticipation, lets make it happen, I m sick of waiting
Daddy, you know you possess the key
So where you want it
Right here on the side of me
I ll be your player
(chorus)
I need a player
Someone who s gonna treat me right
(they call me Trick Daddy Dollars)
I need a player, to hold me tight all through the night
(If a player s what you want lil momma holla
See I suduce you wit your legs up
First we bone and get it on, all night long, on and on
Then I continue when you draw straw
Make your heart be stoning til you climb the wall
You taste so sweet, from your head to your feet
It s my treat so baby girl ?
Call me Freaky Deaky cause I want to be your servant
And while I m serving, I ll slap you up a serving
Half the thugs wouldn t do the things I do
I m on my knees so please just let me taste you
Hell, my minds in the gutter, I mean your butter
Pink eggs and ham, and you taste just like spam
I ll be your player
Chorus until fade
They call me Trick Daddy Dollars (like that)
Being that I m... (x4)
Real I feel you need a man in your life child
Somebody black baldheaded plus buckwild
They call me Trick Daddy Dollars
A real woman scholar
If a players what you want lil momma holla
Yeah I ma holla through you looking good
So Trick what you wanna do
I asked my girls if all the player talk was true
They told me yeah girl, hurry up and make your move
Now can I be your lover
Don t bother asking your friends about my Benz and ends
Unless you planning on me staying yeah
I get my freak on, plus my back strong
No more sad songs for long girl your daddy s home
I ll be your player
I need a player
Someone who s gonna treat me right
(If a players what you want lil momma holla)
So Trick you a player Boo
I like your game if you want I m available
I ll get you sprung off the way I use my tounge ohhhh
I ll get you hot when my lips touch your spot
I ll lick you like a lollipop, damn I can hardly stop
You make me scream, yell, holla (who you wit ?)
Trick Daddy Dollars
I turn you on when I touch your chest
And you turn me on when you kiss my neck
Nothing less than deep penetration
Anticipation, lets make it happen, I m sick of waiting
Daddy, you know you possess the key
So where you want it
Right here on the side of me
I ll be your player
(chorus)
I need a player
Someone who s gonna treat me right
(they call me Trick Daddy Dollars)
I need a player, to hold me tight all through the night
(If a player s what you want lil momma holla
See I suduce you wit your legs up
First we bone and get it on, all night long, on and on
Then I continue when you draw straw
Make your heart be stoning til you climb the wall
You taste so sweet, from your head to your feet
It s my treat so baby girl ?
Call me Freaky Deaky cause I want to be your servant
And while I m serving, I ll slap you up a serving
Half the thugs wouldn t do the things I do
I m on my knees so please just let me taste you
Hell, my minds in the gutter, I mean your butter
Pink eggs and ham, and you taste just like spam
I ll be your player
Chorus until fade
