Relationship (feat. Future)

Shining hard 'cause we back up

Rose gold from your neck up

You know you gon' get stopped, you tryna check us

Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah

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 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 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 a 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

Hunnid new purse for a brat, uh

Comin' down the street, new Jag

Turbo, bitch 'bout to drag

**** had M's 'fore ass

Got a brand new bitch, who dat?

Rock the flood 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 apartment, yeah

Don't play with a sergeant

I'm ready to spoil it

She suck on my dick, I'm hiding in the closet

I'm higher than the moon, three mil' in the room

You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons

Shining hard 'cause we back up

Rose gold from your neck up

You know you gon' get stopped, you tryna check us

Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah

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 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 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

I built relationships with all my bitches, yes

I put my D right in her mouth before she act up

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

Shining hard 'cause we back up

Rose gold from your neck up

You know you gon' get stopped, you tryna check us

Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah

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 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 bitches on yachts, we don't do Jet-skis

Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me