Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Vocals
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eduardo Burgess
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Jonathan de la Rosa
Songwriter
Tariq Sharrieff
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
BLSSD
Producer
Billboard Hitmakers
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Kesha Lee
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
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
[Verse 7]
I don't do Jet-skis
Give me the yacht, please
I made you queen status
Check out my lean status
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
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
[Verse 10]
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
Written by: Eduardo Burgess, Jeffery Williams, Jonathan de la Rosa, Nayvadius Wilburn, Tariq Sharrieff