Intro:

Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

BLAOW! Y'know

I'm sure all you hustlers out there know

every rose got its thorns

Aha ha

You know I gotta lil' some some

y'all probably dobe been thru before

If you're a real hustler then you know somethin about dis

Peep game!

What you know about a good girl gone bad aha

I'ma lace you up wit somethin

I gave a nigga 8 G's to flip a half of thangs

Slang him for 13 in St.Louis, we about the lucci

Bring the 13 back and add 500 to the pot

Get a ho from the Mexican homey, set up shop

Fly the friendly skies, 30 G's between her thighs

We can doublelise, be leavin me paralysed

I was puffin on a Cuban cigar, model style

and iced down during the draught season, ghetto smilin

In the back of my brain, my cock is goin insane

Sayin "Chico, why you chucked the bitch in the game?"

but she ain't new to this, she done her times befo'

Kick back and close my eyes, thought about her no mo'

I'm on a flight to Chicago, witta fine ho

to kick start my cargo and die slow

If the good girl goes bad, I'd hate to do it

but she's sleepin in the bodybag, toe tagged

The fellas sleep on the plane, lookin at her breasts

dreamin of sex and in a Lex, bodies soakin wet

lickin the sweat from off the chest, what's next?

Four niggas run up with fully Teks, and tried to get me wet

Shit blacked out and I woke up, they sent her to Midway

Where we was sposed to slang the YAY!

As she got off the plane looked at her ass kinda sad

Hope the girl don't go bad

Chorus:

If the good girl goes bad

If the good girl goes bad

If the goo