F#m Bm
E|--------5-5-9-9---------5-5-9-9-|--------5-5-9-9---------5-5-9-9-|
B|7-7-9-9---------7-7-9-9---------|7-7-9-9---------7-7-9-9---------|
G|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
F#m C#m
E|--------5-5-9-9---------5-5-9-9-|--------5-5-9-9----7-7-9-9-11-11|
B|7-7-9-9---------7-7-9-9---------|7-7-9-9---------9-9-------------|
G|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------|--------------------------------|
Verse
F#m
Ask around about her
Bm
She don't get emotional
F#m
Kill off all her feelings
C#m
That's why she ain't approachable
F#m
She know her pussy got a fanbase
Bm
A couple niggas with a suitcase
F#m
Suit and tie niggas who play roleplay
C#m
When it comes to money she play no games
Pre-Refrão
F#m
She lick it up just like a candy
Bm
She wanna make them leave their family
F#m
She trying to live a life so fancy
C#m
She wanna pull up in a Bentley
F#m
She ain't got time for lovin'
Bm
Louis Vuitton her husband
F#m
She rather die in lusting
C#m
She rather die in the club, till she
F#m
Six feet under she gon' get that fucking paper
Bm
Six feet under she gon' get that fucking paper
F#m
Six feet under she gon' get that fucking paper
C#m
You know how she get down, pop it for a check now
F#m
Six feet under, six, six feet under
Bm
Six feet under, six, six feet under
F#m
Six feet under she gon' kill me for that paper
C#m
Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around
Verse
F#m
She don't depend on anybody
Bm
Know just what to do with her own body
F#m
Counting all that money like a hobby
C#m
She don't give a fuck about nobody
F#m
And she got her whole crew poppin'
Bm
And she bend it over like she got no back bone
F#m
Got a couple niggas blinging up a trap phone
C#m
She don't need nobody waiting back home, she got it
Pre-Refrão
F#m
She lick it up just like a candy
Bm
She wanna make them leave their family
F#m
She trying to live a life so fancy
C#m
She wanna pull up in a Bentley
F#m
She ain't got time for lovin'
Bm
Louis Vuitton her husband
F#m
She rather die in lusting
C#m
She rather die in the club, till she
F#m
Six feet under she gon' get that fucking paper
Bm
Six feet under she gon' get that fucking paper
F#m
Six feet under she gon' get that fucking paper
C#m
You know how she get down, pop it for a check now
F#m
Six feet under, six, six feet under
Bm
Six feet under, six, six feet under
F#m
Six feet under she gon' kill me for that paper
C#m
Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around
Pos-Refrão
F#m
Gonna turn that ass around
Bm
Oh murder, oh murder
F#m
Gonna turn that ass around
C#m
Oh murder, oh murder
Bridge
F#m Bm
Real love's hard to find
F#m
So she don't waste her time
C#m
So she don't waste her time, oooh
F#m Bm
You ain't gon' catch her crying
F#m
She ain't gon' lose her mind
C#m
She ain't gon' lose her mind, till she...
Outro
F#m
Six feet under she gon' kill me for that paper (Till she)
Bm
Six feet under she gon' kill me for that paper (Till she)
F#m
Six feet under she gon' kill me for the paper
C#m
Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around