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

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 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