Starboy (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Abel Tesfaye/Thomas Bangalter/Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo/Martin Mckinney/Henry Walter/Jason Quenneville

Composed by：Abel Tesfaye/Thomas Bangalter/Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo/Martin Mckinney/Henry Walter/Jason Quenneville

Produced by：Daft Punk/Martin "Doc" McKinney/Cirkut/Abel Tesfaye

Ayy

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 b***h outta your league too ah

Side b***h outta your league too ah

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

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 motherf**kin' 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 motherf**kin' starboy

Every day a n***a try to test me ah

Every day a n***a 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

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 motherf**kin' 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 motherf**kin' starboy

Let a n***a 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

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 motherf**kin' 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 motherf**kin' 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 motherf**kin' 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 motherf**kin' starboy