"Glamorous" Lyrics

[Ludacris]
Are you ready?
(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)

[Fergie]
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, pop the champagne
Living the life in the fast lane, I won't change
By the glamorous, oh, the flossy, flossy (Are you ready?)
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous (The glamorous life)
By the glamorous, oh, the flossy, flossy
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous (The glamorous life)
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, drivethrough, 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 in first class up in the sky, pop the champagne
Living the life in the fast lane and I won't change
By the glamorous, oh, the flossy, flossy
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous (The glamorous life)
By the glamorous, oh, the flossy, flossy
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous (The glamorous life)
By the glamorous, oh, the flossy, flossy

[Ludacris]
I'm 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
Plus I 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 your broke ass home

[Fergie]
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, pop the champagne
Living the life in the fast lane and I won't change
By the glamorous, oh, the flossy flossy
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous (the glamorous life)
By the glamorous, oh, the flossy flossy
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous (the glamorous life)
By the glamorous, oh, 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'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 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

[Ludacris]
(If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home)
[Fergie]
My daddy told me so
[Ludacris]
(If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home)
[Fergie]
He let his daughter know
[Ludacris]
(If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home)
[Fergie]
My daddy told me so
[Ludacris]
(If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home)
[Fergie]
He let his daughter know