Six Feet Under

Lyrics for Six Feet Under

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 fan base (no, no, no) A couple niggas with a suitcase Suit and tie niggas who play roleplay When 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 Bentley She 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 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 (get that fuckin' paper) Six feet under she gon' kill me for that paper Not the type to fuck around, go and turn that ass around 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 (oh, no) And she got her whole crew poppin' And she bend it over like she got no back bone Got a couple niggas blingin' up a trap phone She 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 Bentley She 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 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 (get that fuckin' paper) Six feet under she gon' kill me for that paper Not the type to fuck around, go and turn that ass around Go and turn that ass around Oh murder, oh murder Go and turn that ass around Oh 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, oh You 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 paper Not the type to fuck around, go and turn that ass around