If you aint got no money take yo’broke ass home You say:
If you aint 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 flying the first class Up in the sky Poppin’ champagne Livin’ the life In the fast lane And I wont change For the glamorous,oh the flossy flossy
*chorus*
the glamorous, the glamorous,glamorous(the glamorous life) For the glamorous,oh the flossy flossy
Verse1
wear them gold and diamonds rings All them things dont mean a thing Chaperons and limousines Shopping for expensive things I be on the moovie screens Magazines and boogie scenes Im not clean,Im not pristine Im n queen,Im no machine I still go to Taco Bell Drivethrough ,raw as Hell I dont care,Im still real No matter how many records I seel After the show or after the grammys I like to go cool out with the family Sippin’,reminscing on days when I had a Mustang And now I’m in...B-section then
*chorus*
Ludacris
Im 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 jelous Half a million for the stones Takin trips from here to Rome So If you aint 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 plus
*chorus* x2
Verse3
I got problems up to here I’ve got people in my ear Telling me these crazy things That I dont 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 Cuz 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 daugther know .x3
If you aint got no money take yo’broke ass home You say:
If you aint 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 flying the first class Up in the sky Poppin’ champagne Livin’ the life In the fast lane And I wont change For the glamorous,oh the flossy flossy
*chorus*
the glamorous, the glamorous,glamorous(the glamorous life) For the glamorous,oh the flossy flossy
Verse1
wear them gold and diamonds rings All them things dont mean a thing Chaperons and limousines Shopping for expensive things I be on the moovie screens Magazines and boogie scenes Im not clean,Im not pristine Im n queen,Im no machine I still go to Taco Bell Drivethrough ,raw as Hell I dont care,Im still real No matter how many records I seel After the show or after the grammys I like to go cool out with the family Sippin’,reminscing on days when I had a Mustang And now I’m in...B-section then
*chorus*
Ludacris
Im 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 jelous Half a million for the stones Takin trips from here to Rome So If you aint 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 plus
*chorus* x2
Verse3
I got problems up to here I’ve got people in my ear Telling me these crazy things That I dont 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 Cuz 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 daugther know .x3
