Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weeknd
Vocals
Daft Punk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abel Tesfaye
Songwriter
Thomas Bangalter
Songwriter
Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo
Songwriter
Henry Russell Walter
Songwriter
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Songwriter
Martin McKinney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Weeknd
Co-Producer
Daft Punk
Producer
Martin McKinney
Recording Engineer
Florian Lagatta
Recording Engineer
Josh Smith
Recording Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
John Hanes
Mixing Engineer
Aya Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Cirkut
Recording Engineer
Josh Smith
Recording Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
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, yeah
Main bitch out of your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, ah
House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved 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 hearing aid
You talking '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
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Every day, a **** try to test me, ah
Every day, 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 bumping New Edition
House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved 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 hearing aid
You talking '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
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Let 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 the 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, carved 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 hearing aid
You talking '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
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Written by: Abel Tesfaye, Guy‐Manuel de Homem‐Christo, Henry Russell Walter, Jason Quenneville, Martin Daniel McKinney, Thomas Bangalter