Relationship Songtext
von Young Thug feat. Future

Yeah, shinin′ hard 'cause we back up (Back up)
Rose gold from your neck up (Young BL$$D, boy you saucin′)
You know shit gon' get sloppy tryna check us (Check us)
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey (Young BL$$D, boy you saucin')

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

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, 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, 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, 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 (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


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 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

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

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