The Weeknd - Starboy

Six Feet Under

Ask around about her
She don't get emotional
Kill off all her feelings
That's why she ain't approachable
She know her pussy got a fan base
A couple niggas with a suitcase
Suit and tie niggas who play role play
When it comes to money she play no games

She lick it up just like a candy
She wanna make them leave their family
She trying to live a life so fancy
She wanna pull up in a Bentley
She ain't got time for lovin'
Louis Vuitton her husband
She'd rather die in lusting
She'd rather die in the club, 'til she

Six feet under, she gon' get that fucking paper
Six feet under, she gon' get that fucking paper
Six feet under, she gon' get that fucking paper
You know how she get down, pop it for a check now
Six feet under, six, six feet under (that fucking paper)
Six feet under, six, six feet under (that fucking paper)
Six feet under she gon' kill me for that paper
Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around

She don't depend on anybody
Know just what to do with her own body
Counting all that money like a hobby
She don't give a fuck about nobody
And she got her whole crew poppin'
And she bend it over like she got no backbone
Got a couple niggas blinging up a trap phone
She don't need nobody waiting back home, she got it

She lick it up just like a candy
She wanna make them leave their family
She trying to live a life so fancy
She wanna pull up in a Bentley
She ain't got time for lovin'
Louis Vuitton her husband
She'd rather die in lusting
She'd rather die in the club, 'til she

Six feet under, she gon' get that fucking paper
Six feet under, she gon' get that fucking paper
Six feet under, she gon' get that fucking paper
You know how she get down, pop it for a check now
Six feet under, six, six feet under (that fucking paper)
Six feet under, six, six feet under (that fucking paper)
Six feet under, she gon' kill me for that paper
Not the type to fuck around, go'n turn that ass around

Go'n turn that ass around
Oh, murder, oh, murder
Go'n turn that ass around
Oh, murder, oh, murder

Real love's hard to find (real love's hard to find)
So she don't waste her time (she don't waste her time)
So she don't waste her time, oh
You ain't gon' catch her crying
She ain't gon' lose her mind
She ain't gon' lose her mind
'Til she...

Six feet under, she gon' kill me for that paper ('til she)
Six feet under, she gon' kill me for that paper ('til she)
Six feet under, she gon' kill me for that paper
Not the type to fuck around, go'n turn that ass around

Credits
Writer(s): Ahmad Balshe, Nayvadius Wilburn, Leland Tyler Wayne, Benjmain Dyer Diehl, Henry Russell Walter, Abel Tesfaye, Martin Daniel Mckinney, Jason Quenneville
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