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Am C
I'm tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
Dm
P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah
F
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah
G Am
All red Lamb' just to tease you, ah
C
None of these toys on lease too, ah
Dm
Made your whole year in a week too, yah
F
Main bitch out your league too, ah
G Am
Side bitch out of your league too, ah
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C
House so empty, need a centerpiece
Dm
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
F
She cut that ivory into skinny pieces
G Am
Then she clean it with her face, man, I love my baby
C
You talking money, need a hearing aid
Dm
You talking 'bout me, I don't see a shade
F
Switch up my style, I take any lane
G Am
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain
Am C
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Dm F
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
C
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Dm F
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
C
Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
Dm
Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
F
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
G Am
Pockets overweight, gettin' hefty, ah
C
Coming for the king, that's a far cry, ah
Dm
I come alive in the fall time, I
F
No competition, I don't really listen
G Am
I'm in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition
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C
House so empty, need a centerpiece
Dm
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
F
She cut that ivory into skinny pieces
G Am
Then she clean it with her face, man, I love my baby
C
You talking money, need a hearing aid
Dm
You talking 'bout me, I don't see a shade
F
Switch up my style, I take any lane
G Am
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain
Am C
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Dm F
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
C
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Dm F
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Am
Let a nigga Brad Pitt
C
Legend Of the Fall took the year like a bandit
Dm
Bought mama a crib and a brand new wagon
F G
Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
Am
Star Trek roof in that Wraith of Khan
C
Girls get loose when they hear this song
Dm
One hundred on the dash get me close to God
F G
We don't pray for love, we just pray for cars
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C
House so empty, need a centerpiece
Dm
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
F
She cut that ivory into skinny pieces
G Am
Then she clean it with her face, man, I love my baby
C
You talking money, need a hearing aid
Dm
You talking 'bout me, I don't see a shade
F
Switch up my style, I take any lane
G Am
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain
Am C
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Dm F
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
C
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Dm F
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Am C
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Dm F
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
C
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Dm F
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy