Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eduardo Burgess
Eduardo Burgess
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
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

[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
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