Letra de ' Glamorous (feat. Ludacris) ' de Fergie

[Ludacris]
(Are You Ready, 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

[Fergie]
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S (yeah)
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S

[Chorus]
We flyin' first class up in the sky,
Poppin' champagne livin' my life,
in the fast lane,
I won't change by the Glamorous,
oh flossy flossy.
The Glamorous, the Glamorous, Glamorous, by the Glamorous
Oh flossy flossy
The Glamorous, The Glamorous, Glamorous, by the Glamorous
Oh flossy flossy

[Verse 1]
Wear them gold and diamond 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,
sippin', reminiscing on days when I had a Mustang.
And now I'm...

First class up in the sky,
Poppin' champagne livin' my life,
in the fast lane,
I won't change by the Glamorous,
oh flossy flossy.
The Glamorous, The Glamorous, Glamorous, by the Glamorous
Oh flossy flossy
The Glamorous, The Glamorous, Glamorous, by the Glamorous
Oh flossy flossy

[Ludacris]
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,
Cause I gotta keep enough lettuce to support your shoe fetish lifestyle,
So rich and famous, Robin Leach will get jealous.
Half a milion for the stones, takin trips from here to Rome,
So if 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

We flyin' first class up in the sky,
Poppin' champagne livin' my life,
in the fast lane,
I won't change by the Glamorous,
oh flossy flossy.
The Glamorous, The Glamorous, Glamorous, by the Glamorous
Oh flossy flossy
The Glamorous, The Glamorous, Glamorous, by the Glamorous
Oh flossy flossy

[Verse 2: Fergie]
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 (Fuck ya'll!!)
I've got money in the bank and I'd really like to thank,
All them fans, I'd like thank, thank you, really though,
Cuz I remember yesterday when I dreamt about them 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 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
(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