Six Feet Under The Weeknd

[Verse 1: 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 fanbase (No, no)
A couple niggas with a suitcase
Suit and tie niggas who play roleplay
When it comes to money, she play no games

[Pre-Chorus: The Weeknd]
She lick it up just like a candy (Candy)
She wanna make 'em leave they family (Family)
She tryna live a life so fancy (Fancy)
She wanna pull up in a Bentley (Bentley)
She ain't got time for lovin' (Lovin')
Louis Vuitton her husband (Husband)
She'd rather die in lustin' (Lustin')
She'd rather die in the club till she

[Chorus: The Weeknd & Future]
Six feet under, she gon' get that fuckin' paper (That fuckin' paper)
Six feet under, she gon' get that fuckin' paper (That fuckin' paper)
Six feet under, she gon' get that fuckin' paper
You know how she get down, pop it for a check now
Six feet under, six, six feet under (That fuckin' paper)
Six feet under, six, six feet under (That fuckin' paper)
Six feet under, she gon' kill me for that paper
Not the type to fuck around, go'n and turn that ass around