Relationship lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, shinin' hard 'cause we back up (Back up)
Rose gold from your neck up (Young BL$$D, boy, you saucin')
You know sh*t gon' get sloppy, tryna check us (Check us)
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm (Young BL$$D, boy, you saucin'), yeah
(BL$$D)

[Chorus: Future]
I'm in a relationship with all my b*tches, 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*tches 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 (Skrrt)
Turbo b*tch 'bout to drag, n*gga had M's 'fore ass
Got a brand new b*tch, who that?
Rock the flooded AP, all black
White toes, get me a tan, cocaine, killing time
All a b*tch 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 di*k (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 sh*t 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 b*tches, 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*tches 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 b*tches, yeah
I put my di*k inside her mouth before she left
Yeah, I built relationships with all my b*tches, yes
I put my di*k right in her mouth before she act
I got your b*tch 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 sh*t 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 b*tches, 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*tches on yachts, we don't do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me