Toast to my ladies
Grinding it out on the daily
Eighteen to eighty
From the shores of Jersey to Haiti
We are who we are, don't put on a show
Except when I sing on the radio
Not used to a girl that's telling you no
You wanted me good, well I'm good to go

I'm not asking for permission and
I don't mind causing a little friction
I know I got the best intentions and
It's time to teach you a lesson

Good girls (girls), can do bad, bad things
Good girls (girls), can do bad, bad things
Good girls (girls), can do bad, bad things
Girls, girls, girls, girls

I'm such a good, good girl, mmh

You call me a baby
But that don't mean I'm your baby (baby)
Keep saying I'm crazy
But all of these names don't phase me (phase me)
I don't really care how I'm coming across
I'm starting a dynasty Diana Ross
I'll only respond if you're calling me boss
If you won't play nice, then sorry, your loss

I'm not asking for permission and
I don't mind causing a little friction
I know I got the best intentions and
It's time to teach you a lesson

Good girls (girls), can do bad, bad things
Good girls (girls), can do bad, bad things
Good girls (girls), can do bad, bad things
Girls, girls, girls, girls
Good girls (girls), can do bad, bad things
Good girls (girls), can do bad, bad things
Good girls (girls), can do bad, bad things
Girls, girls, girls, girls

No one ever worries 'bout the good ones
Underestimating all that we've done
Still finding time for us to have fun
I'm gonna show you, show you

Good girls (girls), can do bad, bad things
Good girls (girls), can do bad, bad things
Good girls (girls), can do bad, bad things
Girls, girls, girls, girls
Good girls (girls), can do bad, bad things
Good girls (girls), can do bad, bad things
(Girls) can do bad, bad things
Girls, girls, girls, girls

I'm such a good, good girl, mmh