🎵 Six Feet Under // by The Weeknd

143 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçeEspañolSvenskaPortuguêsPolski Six Feet Under Lyrics With the cadence of “Low Life” and the subject matter of “6 INCH,” The Weeknd’s “Six Feet Under” is about a girl who’ll stop at nothing to make money, even when she’s six feet under the ground in her grave. [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 [Verse 2: The Weeknd] She don't depend on anybody Know just what to do with her own body Countin' all that money like a hobby (No, no) She don't give a fuck about nobody (No, no) 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 [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 [Post-Chorus: 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 [Bridge: The Weeknd] 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 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 [Outro: 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