Relationship (Feat. Future)

Shinin' 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 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 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 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 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 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 you gon' get stopped you 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 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 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 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 you gon' get stopped you 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 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