Listen to Relationship (feat. Future) by Young Thug

Relationship (feat. Future)

Young Thug

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eduardo Burgess
Eduardo Burgess
Songwriter
Jonathan de la Rosa
Jonathan de la Rosa
Songwriter
Tariq Sharrieff
Tariq Sharrieff
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
BLSSD
BLSSD
Producer
Billboard Hitmakers
Billboard Hitmakers
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Kesha Lee
Kesha Lee
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Eduardo Burgess, Jeffery Williams, Jonathan De La Rosa, Nayvadius Wilburn, Tariq Sharrieff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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