More songs by The Weeknd
Description
Producer, Engineer: Doc McKinney
Producer: Cirkut
Producer: Metro Boomin
Engineer, Producer: Ben Billions
Composer Lyricist, Producer: Abel Tesfaye
Engineer: Josh Smith
Additionalvocalist: Future
Mixing Engineer: Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer: Chris Galland
Mixing Second Engineer: Jeff Jackson
Mixing Second Engineer: Robin Florent
Composer Lyricist: Martin Mckinney
Composer Lyricist: Jason Quenneville
Composer Lyricist: Nayvadius Wilburn
Composer Lyricist: A. Balshe
Composer Lyricist: Ben Diehl
Composer Lyricist: Henry Walter
Composer Lyricist: Leland Wayne
Lyrics and translation
Original
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
A couple niggas with a suitcase
Suit and tie niggas who play roleplay
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 tryna 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 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, 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 (no,no)
She don't give a fuck about nobody
And she got her whole crew poppin' (no,no)
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 tryna 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 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, 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 (she don't waste her time)
So she don't waste her time, oh
You ain't gon' catch her crying (you ain't gon' catch her crying)
She ain't gon' lose her mind (oh)
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 the paper
Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around