Relationship Lyrics - Young Thug

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 

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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, 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 cheat code the projects 

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 

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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 

I bought the jet-skis 

Bring 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 

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