The Weeknd, Playboi Carti, Madonna Popular

I've seen the devil
Down sunset, in every place, in every face
Yeah, yeah
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, ooh, I know what she needs, oh-oh
She just want the fame, I know what she fiends, oh-oh
Give her a little taste, running back to me, oh-oh
Put it in her veins, pray her soul to keep, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Every night (every night) she prays to the sky
Flashing lights is all she ever wants to see
Begging on her knees to be popular
That's her dream to be popular
Kill anyone to be popular
Sell her soul to be popular
Popular, just to be popular, uh-huh
Everybody scream 'cause she popular
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
Shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular, uh-huh
Shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular
I know that you see me