The Weeknd - Starboy: chords

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

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

Chorus:
G                 F  G
Look what you've done
                     Am    G
I’m a motherfuckin' starboy
                  F  G
Look what you've done
                      Am
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy

Every day, a nigga try to test me, ah
Every day, a nigga try to end me, ah
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
Pockets overweight, gettin' hefty, ah
Comin' for the king, that's a far cry, I
I come alive in the fall time, I
The competition, I don't really listen
I'm in the blue Mulsanne, bumpin' New Edition

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

Chorus

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

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

Chorus - x2