Glamorous
Are you ready?
Yeah, Polow Da Don, it's Fergie
If you ain't got no money, take your broke ass home, you say
If you ain't got no money, take your broke ass home
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
We flying 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 diamonds rings
All them things don't mean a thing
Chaperones and limousines
Shopping for expensive things
I be on the movie screens
Magazines and bougie scenes
I'm not clean, I'm not pristine
I'm no queen, I'm no machine
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
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
I got problems up to here
I got people in my ear
Telling me these crazy things that I don't want to know (fuck y'all)
I got money in the bank and I'd really like to thank
All them 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 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 your broke ass home)
My daddy told me so
(If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home)
He let his daughter know
(If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home)
My daddy told me so
(If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home)
He let his daughter know
Yeah, Polow Da Don, it's Fergie
If you ain't got no money, take your broke ass home, you say
If you ain't got no money, take your broke ass home
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
We flying 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 diamonds rings
All them things don't mean a thing
Chaperones and limousines
Shopping for expensive things
I be on the movie screens
Magazines and bougie scenes
I'm not clean, I'm not pristine
I'm no queen, I'm no machine
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
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
I got problems up to here
I got people in my ear
Telling me these crazy things that I don't want to know (fuck y'all)
I got money in the bank and I'd really like to thank
All them 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 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 your broke ass home)
My daddy told me so
(If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home)
He let his daughter know
(If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home)
My daddy told me so
(If you ain't got no money take your 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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