Relationship (Explicit) - Young Thug/Future
Written by：Young Thug/Future
Shinin' hard 'cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know sh*t gon' get sloppy tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm
I'm in a relationship with all my b**ches yeah
I need to cut some of 'em off I need help
I got some bad tings I want her to myself
Had to take the time to cut 'em off I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my b**ches on yachts we don't do jet skis
Put your ice on rocks they need to help me
No baby your collection won't stand for it
You know you're in relationship with all us
I get a few texts a day sayin' It's all yours
I got a few states on speed dial like good ***
Get in your bag uh yeah get in your bag uh
Hundred new purse for a brat uh comin' down the street
New Jag
Turbo b**ch 'bout to drag ni**a had M's 'fore a**
Got a brand new b**ch who that
Rock the flooded AP all black
White toes give me a tan coc*ine kilo tan
All a b**ch wanna do is shine Audemars pick which kind
I made you a starter you went from a dime to a quarter
I Chico DeBarge it I'm leaving that loud in apartments yeah
Don't play with a sergeant I'm ready to spoil it
She suck on my dick I'm hidin' in the closet
I'm higher than the moon three mil' in the room
You get silver spoon I bought you some goons
Shinin' hard 'cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know sh*t gon' get sloppy tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm yeah hey
I'm in a relationship with all my b**ches yeah
I need to cut some of 'em off I need help
I got some bad tings I want her to myself
Had to take the time to cut 'em off I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my b**ches on yachts we don't do jet skis
Put your ice on rocks they need to help me
I don't do jet skis give me the yacht please
I made you queen status check out my lean status
I'm in a relationship with all my b**ches yeah
I put my dick inside her mouth before she left
Yeah I built relationships with all my b**ches yes
I put my dick right in her mouth before she act
I got your b**ch in a backpack
I paid extra for the crib it got a kid shack
I paid extra for the crib it got a game room
Got a penthouse in the back it ain't my main room
Tamika Jo and Porsche they kept it silent
That's the only reason I let 'em fly private
Shinin' hard 'cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know sh*t gon' get sloppy tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm yeah hey
I'm in a relationship with all my b**ches yeah
I need to cut some of 'em off I need help
I got some bad tings I want her to myself
Had to take the time to cut 'em off I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my b**ches on yachts we don't do jet skis
Put your ice on rocks they need to help me
