Glamorous Song Lyrics by Fergie
Are you ready?
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, yeahG-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
We flyin’ the first class, up in the skyPoppin’ champagneLivin’ my life in the fast laneI won’t change by the glamorousOoh, the flossy, flossy (are you ready?)The glamorousThe glamorous, glamorousBy the glamorousOoh, the flossy, flossyThe glamorousThe glamorous, glamorousBy the glamorousOoh, the flossy, flossy
Wear them gold and diamonds ringsAll them things don’t mean a thingChaperons and limousinesShoppin’ for expensive thingsI be on the movie screensMagazines and bougie scenesI’m not clean, I’m not pristineI’m n queen, I’m no machineI still go to Taco BellDrive-through, raw as hellI don’t care, I’m still realNo matter how many records I sellAfter the show or after the GrammysI like to go cool out with the familySippin’ and reminiscin’On days when I had a MustangAnd now I’m in
First class, up in the skyPoppin’ champagneLivin’ my life in the fast laneI won’t change by the glamorousOoh, the flossy, flossy (are you ready?)The glamorousThe glamorous, glamorousBy the glamorousOoh, the flossy, flossyThe glamorousThe glamorous, glamorousBy the glamorousOoh, the flossy, flossy
I’m talkin’ Champagne wishes, caviar dreamsYou deserve nothin’ but all the finer thingsNow this whole world has no clue to do with usI got enough money in the bank for the two of usPlus I gotta keep enough lettuce to support your shoe fetishLifestyle so rich and famous, Robin Leach’ll get jealousHalf a million for the stonesTakin’ trips from here to RomeSo if you ain’t got no money, take yo’ broke ass home
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeahG-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
We flyin’ first class, up in the skyPoppin’ champagneLivin’ my life in the fast laneI won’t change by the glamorousOoh, the flossy, flossyThe glamorousThe glamorous, glamorousBy the glamorousOoh, the flossy, flossyThe glamorousThe glamorous, glamorousBy the glamorousOoh, the flossy, flossy
I got problems up to here, I got people in my earTelling me these crazy things that I don’t wanna know (fuck y’all)I got money in the bank, and I’d really like to thankAll the fans, I’d like to thank, thank you, really though‘Cause I remember yesterday, when I dreamt about them daysWhen I’d rock on MTV, that’d be really dopeDamn, it’s been a long road, and the industry is coldI’m glad my daddy told me so, he let his daughter know
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, 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