Starboy

[INTRO] Am [VERSE 1] Am C I'm tryna put you in the worst mood, ah G P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah F Milli point 2 just to hurt you, ah Am All red lamb just to tease you, ah C None of these toys on lease too, ah G Made your whole year in a week too, yah F Main bitch out of your league too, ah Am Side bitch out of your league too, ah [HOOK] Am C House so empty need a centerpiece G 20 racks a table cut from ebony F Cut that ivory into skinny pieces Am Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby C You talking money need a hearing aid G You talking bout me I don't see the shade F Switch up my style I take any lane Am Switch up my cup I kill any pain [CHORUS] Am G (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) F Look what you done! G (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) I'm a mother fuckin Starboy Am G (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) F Look what you done! G (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) I'm a mother fuckin Starboy [VERSE 2] Am C Every day a nigga try to test me, ah G Every day a nigga try to end me, ah F Pull off in that roadster sv, ah Am Pockets over weight gettin hefty, ah C Coming for the king that's a far cry I G I come alive in the fall time I F No competition I don't really listen I'm in the blue mulsanne bumping New Edition [HOOK] Am C House so empty need a centerpiece G 20 racks a table cut from ebony F Cut that ivory into skinny pieces Am Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby C You talking money need a hearing aid G You talking bout me I don't see the shade F Switch up my style I take any lane Am Switch up my cup I kill any pain [CHORUS] Am G (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) F Look what you done! G (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) I'm a mother fuckin Starboy Am G (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) F Look what you done! G (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) I'm a mother fuckin Starboy [VERSE 3] Am G Let a nigga Brad Pitt legend of the fall took the year like a bandit F Bought momma a crib and a brand new wagon G Now she hit the grocery shop lookin lavish Am Star trek roof in that wraith of khan G Girls get loose when they hear the song F 100 on the dash get me close to God G We don't pray for love we just pray for cars [HOOK] Am C House so empty need a centerpiece G 20 racks a table cut from ebony F Cut that ivory into skinny pieces Am Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby C You talking money need a hearing aid G You talking bout me I don't see the shade F Switch up my style I take any lane Am Switch up my cup I kill any pain [CHORUS] Am G (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) F Look what you done! G (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) I'm a mother fuckin Starboy Am G (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) F Look what you done! G (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) I'm a mother fuckin Starboy