크레딧
실연 아티스트
The Weeknd
보컬
Daft Punk
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Henry Russell Walter
송라이터
토마스 방갈테르
송라이터
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
송라이터
Abel Tesfaye
송라이터
Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo
송라이터
Martin McKinney
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
The Weeknd
공동 프로듀서
Daft Punk
프로듀서
Florian Lagatta
레코딩 엔지니어
Martin McKinney
레코딩 엔지니어
Josh Smith
레코딩 엔지니어
Serban Ghenea
믹싱 엔지니어
John Hanes
믹싱 엔지니어
Aya Merrill
마스터링 엔지니어
Cirkut
레코딩 엔지니어
Josh Smith
레코딩 엔지니어
Tom Coyne
마스터링 엔지니어
가사
Ay
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
House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 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
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' 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, 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
20 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
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
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
House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 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
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
Writer(s): Thomas Bangalter, Abel Tesfaye, Martin Mckinney, Paul Emmanuel De Homem-christo, Jason Quenneville, Walter Henry
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