Fergie - Glamouros текст песни

If you aint got no money take yo'broke ass home
You say: «If you aint got no money take yo'broke ass home»

[Fergie:]
GLAMOROUS, yeah GLAMOROUS

[Chorus:]
We flying first class up in the sky,
Popping champagne, living the life,
In the fast lane,
I won't change by the Glamorous,
On flossy, flossy

[Bridge:]
The Glamorous, The Glamorous, Glamorous,
By The Glamorous, on the flossy flossy. [x2]

[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 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-thru, raw as hell,
I don't care, I'm still real,
No matter how many records I sell,
After the show after the Grammys,
I like to go cool out with the family,
Sipping reminiscing on days when I had a Mustang.

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
The Glamorous, The Glamorous, Glamorous,
By The Glamorous, on the flossy flossy. [x2]

[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 lifestyle,
So rich and famous Robin Leach will get jealous,
Half a million for the stones,
Take a trip from here to Rome,
So if you ain't got no money take your broke ass home.

GLAMOROUS (yeah) [x2]

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
The Glamorous, The Glamorous, Glamorous,
By The Glamorous, on the flossy flossy. [x2]

[Verse 2: Fergie]
I got problems up to here,
I got people in my ear,
Telling me these crazy things
That I don't wanna know (Fuck ya'll),