(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 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 till the fat lady singin’ away The good thing, 'cause I'm a giver, I can give her away The bad thing about a feeling, is a feeling can good 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) 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 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 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 on 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 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) 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 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 I'm no rookie I'm no rook—