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Fergie - Glamorous lyrics
(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 [B-Section:] We flyin' first class Up in the sky Poppin' champagne Livin' my life In the fast lane And I wont change By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy [chorus:] The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy [chorus:] The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy [Verse:] Wear them gold and diamonds rings All them things don't mean a thing Chaperons and limousines Shopping for expensive things I be on the movie screens Magazines and boogie 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 Grammies I like to go cool out with the family Sippin', reminiscing on days when I had a Mustang And now I'm in... [B-Section:] first class Up in the sky Poppin' champagne Livin' my life In the fast lane And I won't change By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy [chorus:] The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy [chorus:] The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous 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 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, yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S [B-Section:] We flyin' first class Up in the sky Poppin' champagne Livin' the life In the fast lane And I wont change By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy [chorus:] The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy [chorus:] The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy [Verse:] 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 be really dope Damn, It's been a long road And the industry is cold I'm glad my daddy tell me so he let his daughter know. (If you ain't got no money, take your broke ass home) My daddy told me so (I said, 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 |
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