Starboy

Am G I’m tryna put you in the worst mood, ah G F F1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah F G Milli point 2 just to hurt you, ah Am All red lamb just to tease you, ah Am G None of these toys on lease too, ah G F Made your whole year in a week too, yah F Main bitch out of your league too, ah F Am Side bitch out of your league too, ah Am G House so empty need a centrepiece G F Twenty racks a table cut from Lebanese F Cut that ivory into skinny pieces F Then she clean it with her face but F I love my baby Am You talking money need to hear a name G You talking about me F I don’t see the shade F G Switch up my style I take any lane G I switch up my cup I kill any pain F Look what you’ve done! F G Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha G Am I’m a mother fuckin’ Starboy Am G (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) G F Look what you’ve done! F G Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha G Am I’m a mother fuckin’ Starboy.. Am G Every day a nigga try to test me, ah G F Every day a nigga try to end me, ah F G Pull off in that roadster sv, ah G Am Pockets over weight gettin hefty, ah Am G Coming for the king that’s a far cry I G F I come alive in the fall time I F G No competition I don’t really listen G I’m in the blue moon song Am bumping New Edition Am G House so empty need a centerpiece G F Twenty racks a table cut from Lebanese F Cut that ivory into skinny pieces F Then she clean it with her face but F I love my baby Am You talking money need a hearing aid G You talking about me F I don’t see the shade F G Switch up my style I take any lane G 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! F G Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha G Am I’m a mother fuckin’ Starboy Am G (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) G F Look what you’ve done! F G Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha G Am I’m a mother fuckin’ Starboy Am Let a nigga Brad Pitt G legend of the fall G Took the year like a bandit F Bought momma a crib and F a brand new wagon G Now she hit the grocery G shop look-in lavish Am Star trek roof in Am that wrath of khan G Girls get loose when G they hear the song F Hundred on the dash F get me close to God G We don’t pray for love G we just pray for cars Am G House so empty need a centrepiece G F Twenty racks a table cut from Lebanese F Cut that ivory into skinny pieces F Then she clean it with her face F But I love my baby Am You talking money need a hearing aid G You talking about me F I don’t see the shade F G Switch up my style I take any lane G 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! F G Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha G Am I’m a mother fuckin’ Starboy Am G Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha G F Look what you’ve done! F G Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha G Am I’m a mother fuckin’ Starboy (x2)