OMG, what happened?

We flying the first class Up in the sky Poppin' champagne Livin' the life In the fast lane And I wont change For 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, Ross, hell I don't care, I'm still real No matter how many records I sell After the show or after the Grammies I like to go cool out with the family Sippin', reminiscing 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 to do with us 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 Taking 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