[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