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Glam & Glitz Video (MV)




Performed By: Big Country
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Jesse Gilbert




Big Country - Glam & Glitz Lyrics
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Ain't Meek but boy you know I'm a dream chaser
It's a marathon but I'm running like a speed racer
501s and the air forces with a clean taper
Working 24/7 till I see paper
If you hungry we Pullin up to flame fire
Working all night got me mobbing in the same attire
Big Country the man, didn't you read the flier
Want it bad as Kanye when he was through the wire
She gon keep going til I hit the climax
Came across the law but they drove right past
Swervin off tht good smoke I jus might crash
Jus hit the liquor store but I'm goin right back
Yeah
Uh huh uh huh
Uh huh uh huh
Ain't with the bullshit
Or the glamor and glitz
I'm just tryna make it outta this bitch
You can keep the baddest ho
You can have the baddest bitch
Just give me all of the dough
And whatever will keep me rich
Now
Don't feel like driving, we gon fly to Vegas
Top floor penthouse suite, cuz I like it spacious
Don't entertain no broke shit, jus get the faces
Off one them blue pills, man I feel like I'm in the matrix
On the beach and we eating on a seafood platter
She looking at the time, but it really don't even matter
They steady pocket watching, while my pockets get fatter
You can play on the field or just watch from the rafters
Aye
I ain't with none of tht smooth talk
Get me on a beat, i Michael Jackson moon walk
The money got me amped up like the tube salt
Always keep it a buck, what you foos thought
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Ain't Meek but boy you know I'm a dream chaser
It's a marathon but I'm running like a speed racer
501s and the air forces with a clean taper
Working 24/7 till I see paper
If you hungry we Pullin up to flame fire
Working all night got me mobbing in the same attire
Big Country the man, didn't you read the flier
Want it bad as Kanye when he was through the wire
She gon keep going til I hit the climax
Came across the law but they drove right past
Swervin off tht good smoke I jus might crash
Jus hit the liquor store but I'm goin right back
Yeah
Uh huh uh huh
Uh huh uh huh
Ain't with the bullshit
Or the glamor and glitz
I'm just tryna make it outta this bitch
You can keep the baddest ho
You can have the baddest bitch
Just give me all of the dough
And whatever will keep me rich
Now
Don't feel like driving, we gon fly to Vegas
Top floor penthouse suite, cuz I like it spacious
Don't entertain no broke shit, jus get the faces
Off one them blue pills, man I feel like I'm in the matrix
On the beach and we eating on a seafood platter
She looking at the time, but it really don't even matter
They steady pocket watching, while my pockets get fatter
You can play on the field or just watch from the rafters
Aye
I ain't with none of tht smooth talk
Get me on a beat, i Michael Jackson moon walk
The money got me amped up like the tube salt
Always keep it a buck, what you foos thought
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Writer: Jesse Gilbert
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