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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weeknd
Vocals
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin McKinney
Songwriter
Ahmad Balshe
Songwriter
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Ben Diehl
Songwriter
Henry Russell Walter
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Abel Makkonen Tesfaye
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Producer
Ben Billions
Producer
Josh Smith
Recording Engineer
Martin McKinney
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Mixing Engineer
Jeff Jackson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Robin Florent
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Aya Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Cirkut
Producer
Joshua Smith
Recording Engineer
The Weeknd
Producer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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 **** with a suitcase
Suit and tie **** who play role play
When it comes to money, she play no games
[PreChorus]
She lick it up just like a candy
She wanna make 'em leave they family
She tryna live a life so fancy
She wanna pull up in a Bentley
She ain't got time for loving
Louis Vuitton her husband
She'd rather die in lusting
She'd rather die in the club
[Chorus]
Till 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 fucking paper
Six feet under, six, six feet under
That fucking paper
Six feet under, she gon' kill me for that paper
Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around
[Verse 2]
She don't depend on anybody
Knows just what to do with her own body
Counting all that money like a hobby
She don't give a fuck about nobody
And she got her whole crew popping
And she bend it over like she got no backbone
Got a couple **** blinging up her trap phone
She don't need nobody waiting back home
She got it
[PreChorus]
She lick it up just like a candy
She wanna make 'em leave they family
She tryna live a life so fancy
She wanna pull up in a Bentley
She ain't got time for loving
Louis Vuitton her husband
She'd rather die in lusting
She'd rather die in the club
[Chorus]
Till 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 fucking paper
Six feet under, six, six feet under
That fucking paper
Six feet under, she gon' kill me for that paper
Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around
[Chorus]
Gonna turn that ass around
Oh, murder, oh, murder
Gonna turn that ass around
Oh, murder, oh, murder
[Bridge]
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 crying
You ain't gon' catch her crying
She ain't gon' lose her mind
She ain't gon' lose her mind
[Outro]
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 that paper
Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around
Written by: Abel Tesfaye, Ahmad Balshe, Benjamain Dyer Diehl, Henry Russell Walter, Jason Quenneville, Leland Tyler Wayne, Martin Daniel McKinney, Nayvadius Wilburn