Six Feet Under
THE WEEKND · Starboy 2016 · Track 10 of 18
Written by Belly, Ben Billions, Cirkut, DaHeala, Future, Martin “Doc” McKinney, Metro Boomin, The Weeknd
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 suit case 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, till 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 her for a check now Six feet under, six Six feet under Six feet under, six Six feet under 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 back bone 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 rather die in lusting She rather die in the club, till 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 her for a check now Six feet under, six Six feet under Six feet under, six Six feet under Six feet under she gon' kill me for that paper Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around Gonna turn that ass around Oh murder, oh murder Gonna turn that ass around Oh murder, oh murder
Real love's hard to find So 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 Till she..
Six feet under she gon' kill me for that paper (till she) Six feet under she gon' kill me for that paper (till she) Six feet under she gon' kill me for that paper Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around