![Listen to Popular (feat. Playboi Carti) [Sped Up] by The Weeknd & Madonna](/mkimage/image/thumb/Music126/v4/e9/61/bd/e961bdb4-684d-be64-c2da-c041b021c29b/23UMGIM66787.rgb.jpg/1275x1275bb-60.webp "Listen to Popular (feat. Playboi Carti) [Sped Up] by The Weeknd & Madonna")
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weeknd
Vocals
Madonna
Vocals
Xxtristanxo
Remixer
Playboi Carti
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Abel Makkonen Tesfaye
Songwriter
Sam Levinson
Songwriter
Jordan Carter
Songwriter
Johnny Flippin
Songwriter
Michael Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Weeknd
Producer
Metro Boomin
Producer
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
I've seen the devil
Down Sunset, in every place
In every face
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Tell me, do you see her? Yeah, she's livin' her life, uh
Even if she acts like she don't want the limelight, uh, yeah, uh
But if you knew her, yeah-yeah, she lives a lie
She calls the paparazzi, then she acts surprised, oh
[PreChorus]
Oh, I know what she needs, oh-oh
She just want the fame, I know what shе fiends, oh-oh
Give hеr a little taste, runnin' back to me, oh-oh
Put it in her veins, pray her soul to keep, ooh
Ooh, every night, she prays to the sky
Every night
Flashin' lights is all she ever wants to see
[Chorus]
Beggin' on her knees to be popular
That's her dream, to be popular
Ha
Kill anyone to be popular (Hmm)
Sell her soul to be popular
Popular
Just to be popular
Uh-huh
Everybody scream 'cause she popular
Ha
She mainstream 'cause she popular
Never be free 'cause she popular
[Chorus]
Money on top of me, money on top of her (Uh-huh)
Money on top of me, money on top of her
Uh-huh
Yeah, shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular
Uh-huh
Yeah, shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular
[Verse 2]
I know that you see me, time's gone by
Huh
Spent my whole life runnin' from your flashin' lights
Try to own it, but I'm alright (Yeah)
Uh
You can't take my soul without a fuckin' fight, oh
[PreChorus]
Oh, I know what she needs, oh-oh
She just want the fame, I know what shе fiends, oh-oh
Give hеr a little taste, runnin' back to me, oh-oh
Put it in her veins, pray her soul to keep, ooh
Ooh, every night, she prays to the sky
Every night
Flashin' lights is all she ever wants to see
[Chorus]
Beggin' on her knees to be popular (Huh)
That's her dream, to be popular
Hey
Kill anyone to be popular
Hmm
Sell her soul to be popular
Popular
Just to be popular
Uh-huh
Everybody scream 'cause she popular
Ha
She mainstream 'cause she popular
Never be free 'cause she popular
[Chorus]
Money on top of me, money on top of her
Uh-huh
Money on top of me, money on top of her
Uh-huh
Yeah, shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular
Uh
Yeah, shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular (Uh)
Money on top of me, money on top of her
Uh-huh
Money on top of me, money on top of her
Uh-huh
Yeah, shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular
Uh-huh
Yeah, shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular
[Verse 3]
I'm gettin' money and I'm keepin' it
I'm gettin' cash and I'm keepin' it
Money on top of me, money on top of her
Yeah, shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular
[Verse 4]
Pop-popular, born to be popular
She in debt, twenty mill', but she run it up
She can never be broke 'cause she popular
Turn the webcam on for the followers
[Chorus]
Beggin' on her knees to be popular
That's her dream, to be popular
Ha
Kill anyone to be popular (Hmm)
Sell her soul to be popular
Popular
Just to be popular
Uh-huh
Everybody scream 'cause she popular
Ha
She mainstream 'cause she popular
Never be free 'cause she popular
Written by: Abel Tesfaye, Johnny Flippin, Jordan Carter, Leland Wayne, MIKE DEAN, Michael Walker, Sam Levinson, Thomas Mikailin
