(Anarchist Sanctuary)
Oh, bad bitch, let 'em know
All these hoes tryna copy my flow
Oh, oh, let's go
Talk about me, then it's all for show
I'm a superstar, I be selling out shows
Bitches wanna follow everywhere that I go
I'm the scene queen, not your average Joe
I be movin' fast, and these hoes movin' slow
I just pulled up to the club with a bottle of whiskey
And I'm lookin' so good, make your bitch wanna kiss me
I got them skin tight skinny jeans, no, you can't miss me
I-I-I be posted in the H, know I say, "Fuck Britney"
We poppin' out the party, with bottles of Bacardi
This ho, she really wants me
(And she 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 fuck B-Britney Manson)
We poppin' out the party, with bottles of Bacardi
This ho, she really wants me
(And she 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 fuck Britney Manson)
I got one, two, three, four pretty bitches with me
Popping off bottles, sipping on Whitney
I don't give a fuck if my lifestyle kills me
I been posted up in the club, fuck Britney
Pouring up a four while I'm smoking up a pack
All these bitches know me, had to tell them to throw it back
All these bitches know me, had to tell them to throw it back
All these bitches know me, had to tell them to throw it—
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 she 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 fuck B-Britney Manson
We poppin' out the party, with bottles of Bacardi
This ho, she really wants me
(And she 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 fuck Britney Manson
Aye, I wouldn't have changed the song
If you ain't tryna take all of my money from me, bitch
Out of my bank, turn up (Anarchist Sanctuary)