Lyrics:
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, ah.
Main bitch out your league too, ah.
Side bitch out of your league too, ah.
House so empty, need a centerpiece.
Twenty racks a table, come from Lebanese.
Cut that ivory to skinny pieces.
Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby.
You talking money, need a hearing aid.
You talking bout me, I don't see a shade.
Switch out my side, I'll take any lane.
I switch out my car if I kill any pain.
Look what you've done,
I'm a motherfucking Starboy.
Look what you've done,
I'm a motherfucking 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, getting hefty, ah.
Coming for the king, that's a far cry.
I come alive in the fall time.
The competition, I don't ever listen.
I'm in the blue moon song bumping new edition.
House so empty, need a centerpiece.
Twenty racks a table, come from Lebanese.
Cut that ivory to skinny pieces.
Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby.
You talking money, need to hear a name.
You talking bout me, I don't see a shade.
Switch out my side, I'll take any lane.
I switch out my car if I kill any pain.
Look what you've done,
I'm a motherfucking Starboy.
Look what you've done,
I'm a motherfucking Starboy.
Let a nigga Brad Pitt,
Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit.
By my ma a crib and a brand new wagon.
Now she hit the grocery shot looking lavish.
Star Trek groove in that Wraith of Khan.
Girls get loose when they hear this song.
100 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, come from Lebanese.
