Starboy chords by The Weeknd (Ver. 3)

Verse 1:
Am                   Em
 I'm tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
                   C
 P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah
                 G
 Milli point 2 just to hurt you, ah
                 Am
 All red lamb just to tease you, ah
                  Em
 None of these toys on lease too, ah
                   C
 Made your whole year in a week too, yah
                   G
 Main bitch out of your league too, ah
                   Am
 Side bitch out of your league too, ah

Pre-Chorus:
Am                Em
 House so empty need a centerpiece
                  C
 Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
                G
 Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
G
 Then she clean it with her face, man

 I love my baby
Am                  Em
 You talking money need a hearing aid
                     C
 You talking bout me I don't see the shade
                  G
 Switch up my style I take any lane

 I switch up my cup I kill any pain


Chorus:
Am Em          C
   Look what you've done
G             Am
   I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
Em           C
   Look what you've done
G             Am
   I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy


Verse 2:
                  Em
 Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
                  C
 Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
                G
 Pull off in that roadster SV, ah
                  Am
 Pockets over weight gettin hefty, ah
                    Em
 Coming for the king that's a far cry I
                C
 I come alive in the fall time I
                   G
 No competition I don't really listen
                       Am
 I'm in the blue mulsanne bumping New Edition


Pre-Chorus:
Am                Em
 House so empty need a centerpiece
                  C
 Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
                G
 Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
G
 Then she clean it with her face, man

 I love my baby
Am                  Em
 You talking money need a hearing aid
                     C
 You talking bout me I don't see the shade
                  G
 Switch up my style I take any lane

 I switch up my cup I kill any pain


Chorus:
Am Em          C
   Look what you've done
G             Am
   I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
Em           C
   Look what you've done
G             Am
   I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy


Verse 3:
            Em
 Let a nigga Brad Pitt 🏷Legend of the fall
               C
 Took the year like a bandit
                      G
 Bought momma a crib and a brand new wagon
                      Am
 Now she hit the grocery shop lookin lavish
                    Em
 Star Trek groove in that Wrath of Khan
                     C
 Girls get loose when they hear the song
                     G
 Hundred on the dash get me close to God
                       Am
 We don't pray for love we just pray for cars


Pre-Chorus:
Am                Em
 House so empty need a centerpiece
                  C
 Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
                G
 Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
G
 Then she clean it with her face, man

 I love my baby
Am                  Em
 You talking money need a hearing aid
                     C
 You talking bout me I don't see the shade
                  G
 Switch up my style I take any lane

 I switch up my cup I kill any pain


Chorus:
Am Em          C
   Look what you've done
G             Am
   I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
Em           C
   Look what you've done
G             Am
   I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
Em           C
   Look what you've done
G             Am
   I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
Em           C
   Look what you've done
G             Am
   I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy