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  

We flying first class
Up in the sky
drinkin' champagne
Livin' my life
In the fast lane
I wont change
By the glamorous, oh the flossy, flossy

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 grammys

I like to go cool out with the family
Sippin', reminscing on days
when I had a Mustang

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 (from capital letter say in low voice)
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
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 G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S

Fergie Glamorous