Lyrics: Jeffery Williams/Tariq Sharrieff/Eduardo Burgess/Jonathan De La Rosa
Music: Jeffery Williams/Tariq Sharrieff/Eduardo Burgess/Jonathan De La Rosa
Yeah, shinin' hard 'cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up(y'all blessed boys you sauce)
You know you gon' get stopped tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm
(Y'all blessed boys you sauce)(let 'em see)
I'm in a relationship with all my niggas, 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 b*****s 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
Come to the street, new Jag
Chart broke, b*****s 'bout to drag
B*****s had M's 'fore ass
Got a brand new b***h, who that
Rock the flooded AP, all black
White toes, give me a tan
B*****s, kilo tan
All a b***h wanna do is shine
Audemars, pick which kind
I made you a starter
You went from a dime to a quarter
I cheat code the projects
I'm leaving that loud in apartments, yeah
Don't play with a sergeant
I'm ready to spar it
She suck on my d**k
I'm hidin' in the closet
I'm hidin' the d**k, 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 tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I'm in a relationship with all my niggas, 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 b*****s on yachts, we don't do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me
I thought the jet-skis
Give the yacht please
I made you queen status
Check out my lean status
I'm in a relationship with all my niggas, yeah
I put my d**k inside her mouth before she left
Yeah, I built relationships with all my niggas, yes
I put my d**k right in her mouth before she act
I got your b***h 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
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon' get stopped tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I'm in a relationship with all my niggas, 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 b*****s on yachts, we don't do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me