Relationship chords by Young Thug

Chorus: Young Thug & Future:
          D                      Bm
Shinin' hard 'cause we back up
      G                             A
Rose gold from your neck up
                        D                          Bm
You know you gon' get stopped, you tryna check us
          G                   A
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
           D                Bm
I'm in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
        G                  A          D
I need to cut some of 'em off, I need help
           Bm                           G
I got some bad tings, I want her to myself
                                            D
Had to take the time to cut 'em off, I need help
                          Bm
I know how to make the girls go crazy.
G                              A
When you treat her like your number one baby
D                           Bm
Put my bitches on yachts,  we don't do jet-skis
G                             A
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me

Verse 1: Future & Young Thug:
D                Bm
No baby, your collection, won't stand for it
G                                     A
You know you're in relationship with all us
D                                     Bm
I get a few texts a day sayin', "It's all yours"
           G            A
I got a few states on speed dial like good drugs
D                          Bm
Get in your bag, uh, yeah, get in your bag, uh
          G                                         A
Hundred new purse for a brat, uh, comin' down the street, new Jag
      D                             Bm
Turbo bitch 'bout to drag, nigga had M's 'fore ass
                   G                               A
Got a brand new bitch, who that? Rock the flooded AP, all black
              D                      Bm
White toes, give me a tan, cocaine, kilo tan
             G                     A
All a bitch wanna do is shine, Audemars, pick which kind
              D                       Bm
I made you a starter, you went from a dime to a quarter
         G                              A
I Chico DeBarge it, I'm leaving that loud in apartments, yeah
D                             Bm
Don't play with a sergeant, I'm ready to spoil it
                G                       A
She suck on my dick, I'm hidin' in the closet
D                         Bm
I'm higher than the moon, three mil' in the room
          G                               A
You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons

Chorus: Young Thug & Future:
          D                      Bm
Shinin' hard 'cause we back up
      G                             A
Rose gold from your neck up
                        D                          Bm
You know you gon' get stopped, you tryna check us
          G                   A
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
           D                Bm
I'm in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
        G                  A          D
I need to cut some of 'em off, I need help
           Bm                           G
I got some bad tings, I want her to myself
                                            D
Had to take the time to cut 'em off, I need help
                          Bm
I know how to make the girls go crazy.
G                              A
When you treat her like your number one baby
D                           Bm
Put my bitches on yachts,  we don't do jet-skis
G                             A
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me

Verse 2: Future & Young Thug:
D                      Bm
I don't do jet-skis, give me the yacht please
 G                            A
I made you queen status, check out my lean status
D                       Bm
I'm in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
G                        A
I put my dick inside her mouth before she left
D                            Bm
Yeah, I built relationships with all my bitches, yes
G                                               A
I put my dick right in her mouth before she act
D                         Bm
I got your bitch in a backpack
G                                     A
I paid extra for the crib, it got a kid shack
D                          Bm
I paid extra for the crib, it got a game room
          G                          A
Got a penthouse in the back, it ain't my main room
D                             Bm
Tamika, Jo and Porsche they kept it silent
                 G                A
That's the only reason I let 'em fly private

Chorus: Young Thug & Future:
          D                      Bm
Shinin' hard 'cause we back up
      G                             A
Rose gold from your neck up
                        D                          Bm
You know you gon' get stopped, you tryna check us
          G                   A
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
           D                Bm
I'm in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
        G                  A          D
I need to cut some of 'em off, I need help
           Bm                           G
I got some bad tings, I want her to myself
                                            D
Had to take the time to cut 'em off, I need help
                          Bm
I know how to make the girls go crazy.
G                              A
When you treat her like your number one baby
D                           Bm
Put my bitches on yachts,  we don't do jet-skis
G                             A
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me