[Intro]
Let's get this party going, let's go

We gon' do the remix this time, exclusive
Netta B., let's go

[Verse 1: Netta Brielle]
I know you love the B, I'm right here
Got your bumpin' sound, baby, put it in gear
All black Chucks, hot pink nails
Say you're lookin' for a rock star, I'm right here
Girls, I promise I ain't goin' nowhere
Steady rockin' these shows and I really don't care
Hustle go hard, my skills so rare
I'm a sex symbol, let it burn in the air
You can hit the mall but you'll never find me there (No)
Meet on the stage right there (Yeah)
Or we could hit the dance floor, no (Yo)
The music is all know

[Chorus: Netta Brielle]
If you're lookin' for a bad, bad, bad, bad girl
I'm a rock star, come on, baby, let's go
If you're lookin' for a bad, bad, bad, bad girl
Glamorous life, every day it goes down
If you wanna be a bad, bad, bad, bad girl
Dim the lights, let me show you how
If you wanna be a bad, bad, bad, bad girl
They like glamorous lifestyle
[Verse 2: The Jacka]
You know you love The Jack, I'm right here
'Bout to dip out so my 6 in gear
See the tree smoke, ain't no tints on there
Tryna find the Hus', n***a, all white pair (Husalah)

[Verse 3: Husalah]
Let it sink in deep in your face, fast pace
He was sleepin' at the deep end, I floated to the top
Matter of fact, it's just the protocol, sold the water and white
Loaded a lot of chops while I was rollin' up the block
Controllin' a lot of guap, boulders, rollers, knocks
Fresh out the fed spot, she wants sex
Take me to the paint shop, I need to get wet
Husalah Husalah in the flesh, close your girl mouth
I bring salvation, and salivation
Manifestation of greatness, salutations

[Chorus: The Jacka]
I know you see me right here every time you drive by
But true enemy, you don't ever ask why
You know I got paper 'cause I'm a D-boy
You my B-girl, glamorous lifestyle (Remix)
Rocks on the wrist, big things, nice car
You wanna live life with a rich rock star
Everybody know us, everybody know y'all
I think I'm in a rush so I'll probably never call (Paul Wall)
[Verse 4: Paul Wall]
I'm in the Continental, got the fox fur floors
Same color as my soda bottle, Mountain Dew tone
Paper made roads, yeah, the money run long
Got the trunk up in the air with the neon lights on
You a B-girl? Well, baby, you would be
You ain't never in your life met a player like me
You never in your life seen a stack that tall
Got the paper in a pile stacked up by the wall
I grind all day, and hustle all night
Keep a mean styrofoam cup full of pink Sprite
Johnny Dang watch on the wrist shine bright
All white fishscale, this the glamorous life, baby

[Chorus: The Jacka]
I know you see me right here every time you drive by
But true enemy, you don't ever ask why
You know I got paper 'cause I'm a D-boy
You my B-girl, glamorous lifestyle
Rocks on the wrist, big things, nice car
You wanna live life with a rich rock star
Everybody know us, everybody know y'all
I think I'm in a rush so I'll probably never call

[Verse 5: Andre Nickatina]
My lifestyle, baby, like a S500
Gather up your friends, jump in and I'ma gun it
You give me ten minutes and my Glock talk hit ya
Andre Nickatina in your camera phone picture
I watch as the wheels rotate, break down a eighth
The color of my sneaker is the color of my face
I wear my wife beater like a banger
My rap style freak got one up in the chamber
[Chorus: The Jacka]
I know you see me right here every time you drive by
But true enemy, you don't ever ask why
You know I got paper 'cause I'm a D-boy
You my B-girl, glamorous lifestyle
Rocks on the wrist, big things, nice car
You wanna live life with a rich rock star
Everybody know us, everybody know y'all
I think I'm in a rush so I'll probably never call

[Outro: Netta Brielle]
Hey, hey
Hey, it's the remix, Glamorous Lifestyle