[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

She lick it up just like a candy (Candy)

She wanna make ’em leave their 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

[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}

[The Weeknd:]

She don’t depend on anybody

Know just what to do with her own body

Countin’ 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 blingin’ up a trap phone

She don’t need nobody waitin’ back home, she got it

She lick it up just like a candy (Candy)

She wanna make ’em leave their 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

[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}

[Future (The Weeknd):]

Go’n and turn that ass around (Yeah, yeah)

Oh, murder, oh, murder

Go’n and turn that ass around

Oh murder, oh murder

[The Weeknd:]

Real love’s hard to find (Real love’s hard to find)

So she don’t waste her time (So she don’t waste her time)

So she don’t waste her time, oh

You ain’t gon’ catch her cryin’ (You ain’t gon’ catch her cryin’)

She ain’t gon’ lose her mind (Mind)

She ain’t gon’ lose her mind till she

[Future (The Weeknd):]

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 the paper

Not the type to fuck around, go’n and turn that ass around