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
1 - We flyin' first class, up in the sky Pop the champagne, livin' the life In the fast lane, I won't change Ooh, the floss-y flossin'
The glamorous, the glamorous Ooh, the floss-y flossin'
The glamorous, the glamorous Ooh, the floss-y flossin'
I wear them gold and diamond rings All them things don't mean a thing Chaperone's and limousine's Shoppin' for expensive things I be on the movie screens, magazine's 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-thru, raw as hell I don't care, I'm still real No matter how many records I sell After the show or after the Grammy's I like to go cool out with the family Sip and reminiscin' on days when I had a Mustang
You deserve nothin' but all the finer things Now this whole world has no clue what to +do with us+ I 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'll get jealous Half a million for the +stones+ Takin' 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
I got problems up to here Tellin' me these crazy things that I don't wanna know (Fuck ya'll) I 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 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 yo' broke ass home {My daddy told me so} You say (If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home) {He let his daughter know}
If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home {My daddy told me so} You say (If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home) {He let his daughter know}