Good - Ghostface Killah, Trife Da God, Mr. Maygreen

Hey yo, my rose was good, plus my face was good

The way I wear my jeans up over my boots is hood

And my cash is good, the grass, spread it out, over the hash is good

The grasp who be hypecast is good

That’s the bird that fucked the game up

Cut the head off lames and platinum niggas, your boy done came up

Got my aim up, favorite bling with a millennium chains

Chilling, in the staircase, surrounded by killings

With bank rolls, bang those, bang your main hoes

You was in love with the pussy, it ain’t the same though

Cause I’m good, she’s good, so you should be good

Hit her with the stiff one, she callin' me wood

And we don’t love those hoes, with they flat butts caked up

And tipped up toes, need an ill plastic surgeon to fix they nose

Cause they shit is too fat like an Adidas sole

Don’t even touch my gold, I’m good

I know you heard it a thousand times

Not quite like my design

You say that’s what you looking for

Gator boots walk through the door, now

(Good) Theodore’s good, (good), my team is good

(Good) My robes is good, (I'm so good)

(Good) My moms is good, (good), my style is good

(Good) My queen is good, yeah, come on, (I'm so good)

(Good) The days is good, (good), babies is good

(Good) Wifes is good

(Good) The hood is good, (good), God is good

(Good) Everything is good, come on, let’s go

Goose over ice cubes, pass the O. J

Two light skinned wizzes, want Ghost, on both ways

Come here, sit on my lap, it’s not a gat, sugar

Have a seat, don’t be afraid to move back

Feel that?

You’se a nasty girl

Big butt, slim gut, I’ll crash your world

It’s not polite to bend over in Starkey face

Sheer lace, fat ass, got want me to taste that

Lodi dodi, with a coke shaped body

And my jewels hang low like my balls in the potty

And I dare ya’ll to try to rob me

Theodore U, we got the army

A-Town to Mariner’s Harby

Wild West, Now Born, go hard, G

Killa Hill, Stapletown, Port Rich' kids

Pack heat, like I was pulling out biscuits

When we on the block bubbling rocks, watching for cops

Holding Glocks in and out of the spots, (it's all good)

When we overseas, getting that cheese, whipping the hottest V’s

Blowin' exotic trees, player, (it's all good)

When I’m in the whip, sunk in the six, drunk off the liqs

Pull up, stunting, fronting for chicks, (it's all good)

When we on stage getting them Grammy’s, snatching them panties

Jet skiing off the shores of Miami, (it's all good)

Yeah, told y’all before, another Theodore Production

This is how we go in the 06 to 07, come on, come on