Young Thug - Relationship Lyrics

[Chorus: Young Thug & Future]

Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up

Rose gold from your neck up

You know you gon’ get stopped tryna check
us

Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey

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 ’em 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 1: Young Thug & Future]

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&#
8217;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, come to the street,
new Jag

Chart broke, 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, give me a tan

Cocaine, kilo tan

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, I’m ready to
spoil it

She suck on my dick, I’m hidin’ in the
closet

I’m hidin’ the dope, three mil’ in
the room

You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons

[Chorus: Young Thug & Future]

Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up

Rose gold from your neck up

You know you gon’ get stopped tryna check
us

Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey

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 ’em 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: Young Thug & Future]

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 kept it silent

That’s the only reason I let ’em fly
private

[Chorus: Young Thug & Future]

Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up

Rose gold from your neck up

You know you gon’ get stopped tryna check
us

Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey

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 ’em 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