Six Feet Under Lyrics – The Weeknd
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.| Song Name : | Six Feet Under |
| Album / Movie : | Starboy |
| Singer : | The Weeknd |
| Music Label : | The Weeknd |
| Cast : | The Weeknd |
Ask around about herShe don’t get emotionalKill off all her feelingsThat’s why she ain’t approachableShe know her pussy got a fan base (no, no, no)A couple niggas with a suitcaseSuit and tie niggas who play roleplayWhen 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 trying to live a life so fancy (fancy)She wanna pull up in a BentleyShe ain’t got time for lovin’ (lovin’)Louis Vuitton her husband (husband)She rather die in lustin’ (lustin’)She rather die in the club, ’till she
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper (that fucking paper)Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper (that fucking paper)Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paperYou know how she get down, pop it for a check nowSix feet under, sixSix feet under (that fuckin’ paper)Six feet under, sixSix feet under (get that fuckin’ paper)Six feet under she gon’ kill me for that paperNot the type to fuck around, go and turn that ass around
She don’t depend on anybodyKnow just what to do with her own bodyCountin’ all that money like a hobby (no, no)She don’t give a fuck about nobody (oh, no)And she got her whole crew poppin’And she bend it over like she got no back boneGot a couple niggas blingin’ up a trap phoneShe don’t need nobody waiting back home, she got it
She lick it up just like a candy (candy)She wanna make ’em leave their family (family)She trying to live a life so fancy (fancy)She wanna pull up in a BentleyShe ain’t got time for lovin’ (lovin’)Louis Vuitton her husband (husband)She rather die in lustin’ (lustin’)She rather die in the club, ’till she
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper (that fucking paper)Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper (that fucking paper)Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paperYou know how she get down, pop it for a check nowSix feet under, sixSix feet under (that fuckin’ paper)Six feet under, sixSix feet under (get that fuckin’ paper)Six feet under she gon’ kill me for that paperNot the type to fuck around, go and turn that ass aroundGo and turn that ass aroundOh murder, oh murderGo and turn that ass aroundOh murder, oh murder
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, ohYou ain’t gon’ catch her cryin’ (you ain’t gon’ catch her cryin’)She ain’t gon’ lose her mind (oh)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 the paperNot the type to fuck around, go and turn that ass around