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 

Pré-refrão 
                                               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  


[Refrão]
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 

Pré-refrão 
                                               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  


[Refrão]
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 

Pré-refrão 
                                               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  


[Refrão]
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