If you ain’t got no money
Take yo’ broke ass home
If you ain’t got no money
Take yo’ broke ass home

G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S

We flying first class
Up in the sky
Popping champagne
Living 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 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
Sipping, reminiscing on days
When I had a Mustang

(And now) flying first class
Up in the sky
Popping champagne
Living my life
In the fast lane
I won’t change
For 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’m talking Champagne wishes
Caviar dreams
You deserve nothing
But all the finer things
Now this whole world
Has no clue to do with us
I’ve got enough money
In the bank for the two of us

Brother gotta keep enough lettuce
To support your shoe fetish
Lifestyles so rich and famous
Robin Leach will get jealous
Half a million for the stones
Taking 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

We flying first class
Up in the sky
Popping champagne
Living 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
I’ve 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
If you ain’t got no money
Take yo’ broke ass home

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