[Intro]

Ayy

[Verse 1]

I'm tryna put you in the worst mood, ah

P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah

Milli point two just to hurt you, ah

All red Lamb' just to tease you, ah

None of these toys on lease too, ah

Made your whole year in a week too, yah

Main bitch outta your league too, ah

Side bitch outta your league too, ah

[Pre-Chorus]

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]

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Look what you've done

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

I'm a motherfuckin' starboy

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Look what you've done

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

I'm a motherfuckin' starboy

[Verse 2]

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

[Pre-Chorus]

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]

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Look what you've done

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

I'm a motherfuckin' starboy

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Look what you've done

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

I'm a motherfuckin' starboy

[Verse 3]

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

[Pre-Chorus]

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]

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Look what you've done

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

I'm a motherfuckin' starboy

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Look what you've done

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

I'm a motherfuckin' starboy

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Look what you've done

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

I'm a motherfuckin' starboy

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Look what you've done

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

I'm a motherfuckin' starboy