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Intro:
             

       I've seen the devil
     
Down Sunset in every place
                  
In every face...

     

                              
Tell me, do you see her? She's livin' her life
                                
 Even if she acts like she don't want the limelight
                        
 But if you knew her, yeah, she lives a lie
                             
 She calls the paparazzi, then she acts surprised

                    
Oh     Oh I know what she needs (oh-oh)
                                        
She just want the fame, I know what she fiends
                            
 Give her a little taste, runnin' back to me 
                                   
 Put it in her veins, pray her soul to keep, ooh-ooh
            
Ooh-ooh, every night (every night)
               
She prays to the sky
      
Flashin' lights
                   
Is all she ever wanted

                                    
Beggin' on her knees to be popular
                             
That's her dream, to be popular (huh)
                     
Kill anyone to be popular
                       
Sell her soul to be popular (popular)
                   
Just to be popular (uh-huh)
                                 
Everybody scream 'cause she popular (huh)
                             
She mainstream 'cause she popular
                            
Never be free 'cause she popular
                                        
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

                                
I know that you see me (huh), time's gone by
    
 Spend my whole life runnin' 
               
from your flashin' lights
            
 Try to own it, but I'm alright (alright)
                          
 You can't take my soul without a fuckin' fight, oh
                    
Oh     Oh I know what she needs (oh-oh)
                                        
She just want the fame, I know what she fiends
                            
 Give her a little taste, runnin' back to me 
                                   
 Put it in her veins, pray her soul to keep, ooh-ooh
            
Ooh-ooh, every night (every night)
               
She prays to the sky
      
Flashin' lights
                   
Is all she ever wanted 

                                    
Beggin' on her knees to be popular
                             
That's her dream, to be popular (huh)
                     
Kill anyone to be popular
                       
Sell her soul to be popular (popular)
                   
Just to be popular (uh-huh)
                                 
Everybody scream 'cause she popular (huh)
                             
She mainstream 'cause she popular
                            
Never be free 'cause she popular
                                        
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
                                        
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

                                
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
                           
Pop-popular, born to be popular
                                   
She in debt, 20 mill, but she run it up
                                     
She can never be broke 'cause she popular
                                
Turn the webcam on for the followers

           

                           
       Beggin' on her knees to be popular
                                  
That's her dream, to be popular (huh)
                     
Kill anyone to be popular
                       
Sell her soul to be popular (popular)
                    
Just to be popular (uh-huh)
                                     
Everybody scream 'cause she popular (huh)
                             
She mainstream 'cause she popular
               
Never be free 'cause she popular

## Credits

Autori: CARTER JORDAN TERRELL, DEAN MIKE, FLIPPIN JOHNNY, LEVINSON SAM, TESFAYE ABEL, WALKER MICHAEL JOHN, WAYNE LELAND TYLER Copyright: © SONY MUSIC PUBLISHING (US) LLC, KOBALT MUSIC PUBLISHING, UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUBLISHING