Fck You

So I met this manager up in Los Angeles one time He told me all the things I need to make it in the industry So I decided to make a song about his wonderful advice But before I departed our meeting I had just two words for him I looked him in the eye and this is what I said F*ck you This is what he told me right here Better hit that treadmill You're lookin' kinda thick You wanna be a star now You gotta to pay for this They will redo your face and And then they'll steal your soul But you know it's all good girl Long as ya land that cover on vogue You want that recognition Everyone to know your name You want that high end livin' To have the finer things You need to sell yourself Just do it for the fame They'll carve you up and starve ya And tell ya you look great So what do you say F*ck You F*ck You Get that sex tape ready Make sure everyone looks Sell it to the highest bidder Just know that their all crooks Go to all the hottest parties Better do the craziest drugs F*ck anyone there that's important 'Cause that could be your come up Don't you want that recognition Everyone to know your name You want that high end livin' To have the finer things You need to sell yourself Just do it for the fame They'll carve you up and starve ya And tell ya you look great So what do you say F*ck You Don't you want that recognition Then girl you better change Forget the recognition You'll still remember my name This is all I got to say F*ck You F*ck You F*ck You