Glamorous
[Intro:]
I'm a glamorous ass b**ch, my nigga
This pussy glamorous, my weave is glamorous
Hey, I'm really Rich
Stop f**kin' playin' with me
Yeah-yeah
[Jazz Cartier:]
She put on a show for the camera (For the camera)
Titties poppin' out like she Pamela (Like she Pamela)
Even when she dressed down, shorty scandalous (Ooh)
Okay, okay, she no Fergie, but she
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
G4, G5, G6, board the jet (Okay)
Don't got bags to check (Okay)
Spend these extra racks (Okay)
Shawty the sh*t, uh
Been around and she know all the tricks
Ayy, got a bag and started moving sick
Having flashbacks of the pussy, how can I forget?
Ayy, feelin' me?
Please don't gas me up because you feelin' me, ooh
She dub these niggas 'cause they mini me's
This b**ch so bad she makin' enemies
(What she wanna eat?) Breakfast at Tiffanys, ooh
I wake up and have epiphanies
Don't pop no sh*t when we on Hennessy, uh
She'll beat that ass and won't have to do a dash when she lit
She put on a show for the camera (For the camera)
Titties poppin' out like she Pamela (Like she Pamela)
Even when she dressed down, shorty scandalous (Ooh)
Okay, okay, she no Fergie, but she
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
G4, G5, G6, board the jet (Okay)
Don't got bags to check (Okay)
Spend these extra racks (Okay)
[Kari Faux:]
I'ma leave ya side just to pop my sh*t
Why these b**ches mad? Oh, 'cause I been that b**ch
He say that he wanna see me shake it on the camera
But I'ma need that private jet from LAX to Canada
Only thing that's pressed on me is my press-ons
He ain't got no check for me, you can get gone
Try to keep up with my b**ches, you need stamina
Got them hoes hatin' 'cause we glamorous
[Jazz Cartier:]
She put on a show for the camera (For the camera)
Titties poppin' out like she Pamela (Like she Pamela)
Even when she dressed down, shorty scandalous (Ooh)
Okay, okay, she no Fergie, but she
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
G4, G5, G6, board the jet (Okay)
Don't got bags to check (Okay)
Spend these extra racks (Okay)
