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' a life,
in the fast lane,
And I won't change by the Glamorous,
oh flossy flossy.
The Glamorous, The Glamorous, Glamorous, by the Glamorous, Oh flossy flossy. [x2]
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.
We flyin' first class up in the sky,
Poppin' champagne livin' a life,
in the fast lane,
And I won't change by the Glamorous,
oh flossy flossy.
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comThe Glamorous, The Glamorous, Glamorous, by the Glamorous, Oh flossy flossy. [x2]