Glamorous

Are you ready?
"If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home", you say
"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 flyin' first class up in the sky
Poppin' champagne, livin' my life
In the fast lane
I won't change by the glamorous

Oh, the flossy, flossy
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous, by the glamorous
Oh, the flossy, flossy
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous, by the glamorous
Oh, the flossy, flossy

Wear them gold and diamond 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', reminiscing 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
Oh, the flossy, flossy
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous, by the glamorous
Oh, the flossy, flossy

The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous, by the glamorous
Oh, the flossy, flossy

Talking champagne wishes, caviar dreams
You deserve nothing but all the finer things
Now this whole world has no clue what to do with us
I've got enough money in the bank for the two of us

'Cause I gotta keep enough lettuce to support your shoe fetish lifestyle
So rich and famous, Robin Leach will get jealous
Half a milion for the stones, takin' trips from here to Rome
So 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 flyin' first class up in the sky
Poppin' champagne livin' my life
In the fast lane
I won't change by the glamorous
Oh, the flossy, flossy

The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous, by the glamorous
Oh, the flossy, flossy
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous, by the glamorous
Oh, the flossy, flossy

I got problems up to here
I've got people in my ear
Telling me these crazy things that I don't want to know (fuck ya'll)
I've got money in the bank and I'd really like to thank
All them fans, I'd like thank, thank you, really though

'Cause I remember yesterday when I dreamt about them 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 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