Glamorous - Live
Are you ready?
Yeah, it's Fergie
If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home (you say it)
If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
We're flyin' first class, up in the sky
Poppin' champagne, livin' my life
In the fast lane, I won't change
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy (are you ready?)
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy
Wear them gold and diamond rings, all them things don't mean a thing
Chaperones and limousines, shoppin' for expensive things
I be on the movie screens, magazines, and boujee scenes
I'm not clean, I'm not pristine, I'm no queen, I'm no machine (hell yeah)
I still go to Taco Bell Drive through, raw as hell
I don't care, I'm still real no matter how many records I sell
After the show or after the Grammys, I like to go cool out with the family
Sippin', reminiscin' on days when I had a Mustang
And now I'm first class, up in the sky
Poppin' champagne, livin' my life
In the fast lane but I won't change
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy (are you ready?)
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy
G (G), L (L), A (A), M (M), O (O), R (R), O-U-S, yeah
G (G), L (L), A (A), M (M), O (O), R (R), O-U-S, yeah
I got problems up to here, I got people in my ear (right on)
Tellin' me these crazy things that I don't want to know
I got money in the bank, and I'd really like to thank
All the fans, I'd like to thank, thank you really though
'Cause I remember yesterday when I dreamt about the days
When I'd rock on MTV, that'd be really dope
Damn, it's been a long road and the industry is cold
I'm glad my daddy told me so, he let his daughter know
(If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home, you say it)
My daddy told me so
("If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home")
He let his daughter know
(He said, "If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home")
Oh, my daddy told me so
(He said, "If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home")
He let his daughter know
Yeah, it's Fergie
If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home (you say it)
If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
We're flyin' first class, up in the sky
Poppin' champagne, livin' my life
In the fast lane, I won't change
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy (are you ready?)
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy
Wear them gold and diamond rings, all them things don't mean a thing
Chaperones and limousines, shoppin' for expensive things
I be on the movie screens, magazines, and boujee scenes
I'm not clean, I'm not pristine, I'm no queen, I'm no machine (hell yeah)
I still go to Taco Bell Drive through, raw as hell
I don't care, I'm still real no matter how many records I sell
After the show or after the Grammys, I like to go cool out with the family
Sippin', reminiscin' on days when I had a Mustang
And now I'm first class, up in the sky
Poppin' champagne, livin' my life
In the fast lane but I won't change
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy (are you ready?)
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy
G (G), L (L), A (A), M (M), O (O), R (R), O-U-S, yeah
G (G), L (L), A (A), M (M), O (O), R (R), O-U-S, yeah
I got problems up to here, I got people in my ear (right on)
Tellin' me these crazy things that I don't want to know
I got money in the bank, and I'd really like to thank
All the fans, I'd like to thank, thank you really though
'Cause I remember yesterday when I dreamt about the days
When I'd rock on MTV, that'd be really dope
Damn, it's been a long road and the industry is cold
I'm glad my daddy told me so, he let his daughter know
(If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home, you say it)
My daddy told me so
("If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home")
He let his daughter know
(He said, "If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home")
Oh, my daddy told me so
(He said, "If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home")
He let his daughter know
Credits
Writer(s): William Adams, Christopher Brian Bridges, Jamal F. Jones, Elvis L. Jr. Williams, Stacy Ferguson, Micaiah Abdul Raheem
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