Crédits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Fergie
Fergie
Stimme und Gesang
Polow Da Don
Polow Da Don
Schlagzeug-Programmierung
Elvis Williams
Elvis Williams
Tasteninstrumente
Mike Hartnett
Mike Hartnett
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Stacy Ferguson
Stacy Ferguson
Songwriter:in
Jamal Jones
Jamal Jones
Songwriter:in
Christopher Bridges
Christopher Bridges
Songwriter:in
Elvis Williams
Elvis Williams
Songwriter:in
Micaiah Abdul Raheem
Micaiah Abdul Raheem
Songwriter:in
William Adams
William Adams
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Polow Da Don
Polow Da Don
Produzent:in
Ron Fair
Ron Fair
Zusätzliche:r Produzent:in
Travis Daniels
Travis Daniels
Ingenieur:in
Mack Woodward
Mack Woodward
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Tal Herzberg
Tal Herzberg
Ingenieur:in
Mike Eleopoulos
Mike Eleopoulos
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Tony Maserati
Tony Maserati
Mischtechniker:in
Ryan Kennedy
Ryan Kennedy
Mischtechnikerassistent:in

Paroles

Are you ready? Yeah, Polow Da Don, it's Fergie If you ain't got no money, take your broke ass home, you say If you ain't got no money, take your 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 Poppin' champagne Livin' my life in the fast lane I won't change by the glamorous Ooh, the flossy, flossy (are you ready?) The glamorous The glamorous, glamorous By the glamorous Ooh, the flossy, flossy The glamorous The glamorous, glamorous By the glamorous Ooh, the flossy, flossy Wear them gold and diamonds 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', reminiscin' on days when I had a Mustang And now I'm... First class up in the sky Poppin' champagne Livin' my life in the fast lane I won't change by the glamorous Ooh, the flossy, flossy (are you ready?) The glamorous The glamorous, glamorous By the glamorous Ooh, the flossy, flossy The glamorous The glamorous, glamorous By the glamorous Ooh, the flossy, flossy I got problems up to here I got people in my ear Telling me these crazy things that I don't want to know (fuck y'all) I got money in the bank and I'd really like to thank All them fans, I'd like to thank, thank you, really though 'Cause I remember yesterday when I dreamt about the days When I'd rock on MTV, that 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 your broke ass home) My daddy told me so (If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home) He let his daughter know (If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home) My daddy told me so (If you ain't got no money take your broke ass home) He let his daughter know
Writer(s): William Adams, Christopher Brian Bridges, Jamal F. Jones, Elvis L. Jr. Williams, Stacy Ferguson, Micaiah Abdul Raheem Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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