BFM

(It's Britney fucking Manson, ah)

Like a face of beauty clinic, a cosmetic exclusivity
I'm a precious baby and my driver in Infinity
I just got my puss done, and I think that was fun
And my lips are so expensive, you could never be the one

(Oh, yeah) I have it all
(Oh) I have it done
I know what you want
(Come on, baby, I'm so hot)
(Oh, yeah) look like a god
(Oh) do my slutty pop
Bitch, don't try to take me o-o-out
(I'm expensive, you're not)

We poppin' out the party with bottles of Bacardi
This ho, she really wants me
(And he can't get enough of me)
This girl is so expensive
This shit don't make no sense, bitch
I bring her to the mansion
It's Britney fucking Manson

Poppin' out the party with bottles of Bacardi
This ho, she really wants me
(And he can't get enough of me)
This girl is so expensive
This shit don't make no sense, bitch
I bring her to the mansion
(It's Britney fucking Manson)

I got one, two, three, four pretty bitches with me
Popping out bottles, sipping on Whitney
I don't give a fuck if my lifestyle kills me
I'm posted up in the club with Britney (oh, yeah)
Pouring up a four while I'm smokin' up a pack
All these bitches know me, had to tell them, "Throw it back"
All these bitches know me, had to tell them, "Throw it back"
All these bitches know me, had to tell them, "Throw it back"

Like, ah, I feel like a god, got any bitch I want
I walk into the club, these bitches fiending for my cock
I feel like a god, got any bitch I want
I walk into the club, these bitches fiending for my cock

We poppin' out the party with bottles of Bacardi
This ho, she really wants me
(And he can't get enough of me)
This girl is so expensive
This shit don't make no sense, bitch
I bring her to the mansion
It's Britney fucking Manson

Poppin' out the party with bottles of Bacardi
This ho, she really wants me
(And he can't get enough of me)
This girl is so expensive
This shit don't make no sense, bitch
I bring her to the mansion
(It's Britney fucking Manson)