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 out

I'm expensive, you're not

We poppin' out the party

With bottles of Bacardi

This hoe, 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 hoe, 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 hoe, 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 hoe, 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)