Relationship

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] Yeah, shinin' hard 'cause we back up (back up) Rose gold from your neck up (young BL$$D, boy, you saucin') You know shit gon' get sloppy, tryna check us (check us) Pop an X pill like we Malcolm (young BL$$D, boy, you saucin'), yeah (BL$$D) [Chorus: Future] I'm in a relationship with all my bitches, 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 girl go crazy When you treat her like your number one baby Put my bitches on yachts, we don't do jet-skis Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me [Verse 1: Future & Young Thug] 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 drugs Get in your bag, uh, yeah, get in your bag, uh Hundred new purse for a brat, uh Comin' down the street, new Jag (skrt) Turbo bitch 'bout to drag, nigga had M's 'fore ass Got a brand new bitch, who that? Rock the flooded AP, all black White toes, get me a tan, cocaine, killing time All a bitch 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 (ah), I'm ready to spoil it (ah) She suck on my dick (yeah), I'm hidin' in the closet (uh) I'm higher than the moon, three mil' in the room You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] Shinin' hard 'cause we back up (back up) Rose gold from your neck up (yeah) You know shit gon' get sloppy, tryna check us (check us) Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey [Chorus: Future] I'm in a relationship with all my bitches, 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 bitches on yachts, we don't do jet-skis Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me [Verse 2: Future & Young Thug] 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 bitches, yeah I put my dick inside her mouth before she left Yeah, I built relationships with all my bitches, yes I put my dick right in her mouth before she act I got your bitch 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 [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] Shinin' hard 'cause we back up (back up) Rose gold from your neck up (yeah) You know shit gon' get sloppy, tryna check us (check us) Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey [Chorus: Future] I'm in a relationship with all my bitches, 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 girl go crazy When you treat her like your number one baby Put my bitches on yachts, we don't do jet-skis Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me