Relationship (feat. Future) (Explicit)

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 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

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