Are you ready? If you ain't got no money, take your broke homies home If you ain't got no money, take your broke homies 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 Bout the champagne, livin' my life In the fast lane, I won't change Bout the glamorous, ooh, flowers, flowers Bout the glamorous, glamorous, glamorous Bout the glamorous, ooh, flowers, flowers Bout the glamorous, glamorous, glamorous Bout the glamorous, ooh, flowers, flowers We wear a bill of gold and diamond rings All them things don't mean a thing Chevrons and limousines Shopping for expensive things I be on them 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-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 Sippin' Reminiscent on days when I had a Mustang We flyin' first class, up in the sky Bout the champagne, livin' my life In the best lane I won't change Bout the glamorous, ooh, flowers, flowers Bout the glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous Bout the glamorous, ooh, flowers, flowers Bout the glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous Bout the glamorous, ooh, flowers, flowers Drinkin' champagne, weaknesses Caviar, drinkin' jeans 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 Girl, I gotta keep enough letters to support your shoe fetish Lifestyle so rich and famous, robbin' leeches Get jealous, half a million for the stones Takin' trips from here to Rome So if you ain't got no money, take your broke home G-G-L-A-M-M-O-R-R-O-U-S G-G-L-A-M-M-O-R-R-O-U-S Flyin' first class up in the sky Poppin' champagne, livin' my life In the best lane I won't change Bout the glamorous, ooh, flowers, flowers In the glamorous, glamorous, glamorous Bout the glamorous, ooh, flowers, flowers In the glamorous, glamorous, glamorous Bout the glamorous, ooh, flowers, flowers I got problems up to here I got people in my ear Tellin' me these crazy things that I don't wanna know I got money in the bank And I really like the bank All my fans are like the bank You really don't Cause I remember yesterday When I dreamt about the days When I rock on MTV It really took Damn, it's been a long road When 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 home My daddy told me so If you ain't got no money, take your broke home He let his daughter know If you ain't got no money, take your broke home My daddy told me so If you ain't got no money, take your broke home He let his daughter know