Starboy

[Intro] C#m  G#m  G#  G#4

Am                                
I'm tryna put you in the worst 
   G
mood, ah
                                 F
P1 cleaner than your church shoes, 
ah
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah
G

                                 Am
All red Lamb' just to tease you, ah
                              G
None of these toys on lease too, ah
                                 F
Made your whole year in a week too, 
yah
                                G
Main bitch out your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, 
Am
ah

                           G
House so empty, need a centerpiece
                                F
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
She cut that ivory into skinny 
   G
pieces
Then she clean it with her face, 
               Am
man, I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing 
G
aid
You talking 'bout me, I don't see a 
F
shade
                                 G
Switch up my style, I take any lane
                                Am
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

Am                G
(ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
  F
Look what you've done
G                    Am
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
                  G
(ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
  F
Look what you've done
G                   Am
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
                                G
Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
                             F
Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
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                             G
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
                                Am
Pockets overweight, gettin' hefty, 
ah
Coming for the king, that's a far 
   G
cry, ah
                          F
I come alive in the fall time, I
No competition, I don't really 
  G
listen
I'm in the blue Mulsanne bumping New
  Am
 Edition

                           G
House so empty, need a centerpiece
                                F
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
She cut that ivory into skinny 
   G
pieces
Then she clean it with her face, 
               Am
man, I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing 
G
aid
You talking 'bout me, I don't see a 
F
shade
                                 G
Switch up my style, I take any lane
                                Am
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

Am                G
(ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
  F
Look what you've done
G                    Am
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
                  G
(ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
  F
Look what you've done
G                   Am
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy

Am
Let a nigga Brad Pitt
G
Legend Of the Fall took the year 
like a bandit
F
Bought mama a crib and a brand new 
wagon
G
Now she hit the grocery shop looking
 lavish
Am
Star Trek roof in that Wraith of 
Khan
G
Girls get loose when they hear this 
song
F
One hundred on the dash get me close
 to God
 G
We don't pray for love, we just pray
 for cars

[Pre-Estribillo]
                           G
House so empty, need a centerpiece
                                F
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
She cut that ivory into skinny 
   G
pieces
                  G             
Then she clean it with her face, 
                 Am
man, I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing 
G
aid
You talking 'bout me, I don't see a 
F
shade
                                 G
Switch up my style, I take any lane
                                Am
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

Am                G
(ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
 F
Look what you've done
G                    Am
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
                  G
(ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
 F
Look what you've done
G                   Am
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy

Am                G
(ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
  F
Look what you've done
G                    Am
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
                  G
(ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
 F
Look what you've done
G                   Am
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy