[Intro]

(Suave, what the f—)

Daddy taught me how to play

Daddy taught me how to play

Daddy taught me how to play

Daddy taught me how to play

[Verse 1]

Put on my hood, my hat and my black jeans

Leaving the crib like I left a murder scene

Blood on my shirt like a jersey with the team

Leaving my prints like a runaway queen

So much weight on my shoulder, I'm sitting with a lean

I got a girl with a temper, so don't intervene

I got so many people that wanna join a team

To be next to a genius like Carl and Sheen

Put on my hood, my hat and my black boots

Two fingers in her and I think we made a truce

Running in circles, I'm playing duck duck goosе

You been heavy on my head like an antlеr on a moose

Really, I better sit down

Used to be the shit, how are you in the shithouse?

Used to run shit, how are you getting whipped now?

Used to have a whip, how is it in the impound?

She don't got a kid, so she able to kid 'round

Give the bitch a binky like I'm calming a kid down

I'ma stay single 'til the fat lady singin’ away

The good thing, 'cause I’m a giver, I can give her away

[Pre-Chorus]

The bad thing about a feeling, is a feeling can change

No matter who you end up with, they can wither away

A marriage is a lot of work and it’s minimum wage

The best thing about a fling — you can fling 'em away (Pew)

[Chorus]

Good girls always land flat on they feet

My girls always land back in the street

If you see ‘em, send ‘em my regards if you could

Good girls always land flat on they feet

My girls always land back in the street

If you see ‘em, send ‘em my regards if you could

[Post-Chorus]

Mama taught me how to steal a heart like a crook (Yeah)

Granny taught me how to treat the heart that I took

Daddy taught me how to play chess, so I keep ‘em all in check

And I keep my queen far from a rook

[Verse 2]

I’m no rookie

Money in the pocket of my rhinestone hoodie

Growing on my tree where a pine cone should be

Shove it in my locker like a high school bully

Hoping and I’m praying that my life goes long

Got me carrying a weapon like I’m Sideshow Bob

She was talking way too much, I said I might doze off

(Bill Gate bitches making me Microsoft)

Bill Gate bitches making race for the check

Elon Musk, ‘cause I need space from my ex

Life is all a balance and a race to the end

So my nights full of fun with the days of distress

Good time, but it came with a bad woman

Foot the bill so many times that I’m flat footed

Mom need a new car with a fat cushion

She was working every day for every day my dad wouldn’t

I been working every day, because who else is?

I’m goin’ off, show it off like a new outfit

She on the bed, spread eagle like a true ‘Merican

She made a grand opening like a new outlet

[Pre-Chorus]

The bad thing about a feeling, is a feeling can change

No matter who you end up with, they can wither away

A marriage is a lot of work and it’s minimum wage

The best thing about a fling — you can fling 'em away (Pew)

[Chorus]

Good girls always land flat on they feet

My girls always land back in the street

If you see ‘em, send ‘em my regards if you could

Good girls always land flat on they feet

My girls always land back in the street

If you see ‘em, send ‘em my regards if you could

[Post-Chorus]

Mama taught me how to steal a heart like a crook (Yeah)

Granny taught me how to treat the heart that I took

Daddy taught me how to play chess, so I keep ‘em all in check

And I keep my queen far from a rook

[Outro]

I’m no rookie

I’m no rook—