Only (feat. Drake, Chris Brown & Lil Wayne) [explicit]

[Nicki Minaj]

Yo

I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake

On my life, man, fuck's sake

If I did, I'd ménage with 'em

And let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake

My man full, he just ate

I don't duck nobody but tape

Yeah, that was a setup

For a punchline on duct tape

Worried 'bout if my butt fake

Worry 'bout y'all niggas, us straight

These girls are my sons

Jon and Kate Plus Eight

When I walk in, sit up straight

I don't give a fuck if I was late

Dinner with my man on a G5

Is my idea of a update

Hut-hut one, hut-hut two

Big titties, big butt too

Fuck with them real niggas

Who don't tell niggas what they up to

Had to show bitches where the top is

Ring finger where the rock is

These hoes couldn't test me even if their name was Pop Quiz

Bad bitches who I fuck with

Mad bitches we don't fuck with

I don't fuck with them chickens

Unless they last name is Cutlet

Let it soak in like seasoning

And tell them bitches blow me

Lance Stephenson

[Chris Brown]

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky

Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July

Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight

Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet

Nothing but real niggas only

Bad bitches only

Rich niggas only

Independent bitches only

Boss niggas only

Thick bitches only

I got my real niggas here by my side (yeah)

Only

[Drake]

I never fucked Nicki 'cause she got a man

But when that's over, then I'm first in line

And the other day in her Maybach

I thought: Goddamn, this is the perfect time

We had just come from that video

You know, LA traffic, how the city slow

She was sitting down on that big butt

But I was still staring at the titties though

Yeah, low-key or maybe high-key

I been peeped that you like me, you know?

Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me? I mean

It doesn't take much for us to do this shit quietly, I mean

She say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree

Yeah, that's right, I like my girls BBW

Yeah, type that wanna suck you dry

And then eat some lunch with you

Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable

Ass on Houston, Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable

Oh, yeah

You the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you

The NBA players fuck with you

The bad-ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you, oh

That's 'cause I believe in something, I stand for it

And, Nicki, if you ever tryna fuck

Just give me the heads-up, so I can plan for it

Pinkprint

[Chris Brown]

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky (ayy)

Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July

Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight

Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet

Nothing but real niggas only

Bad bitches only

Rich niggas only

Independent bitches only

Boss niggas only

Thick bitches only

I got my real niggas here by my side

Only

[Lil Wayne]

I never fucked Nick' and that's fucked up

If I did fuck, she'd be fucked up

Whoever is hitting ain't hitting it right

'Cause she act like she need dick in her life

That's another story, I'm no story-teller

I piss greatness, like goldish yellow

All my goons so overzealous

I'm from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca

Calendar say I got money for days

I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways

My girlfriend will beat a bitch up if she waved

They bet' not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard

My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade

Don't have my money? Take mothers instead

You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth

Then I make you burp, boy, treat beef like sirloin

I'm talking 'bout running in houses with army guns

So think about your son and daughter rooms

Got two hoes with me, masked up, they got smaller guns

Ain't thinking 'bout your son and daughter rooms

This shit is crazy, my nigga

I mean brazy, my nigga

That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga

Blood gang, take the B off behavior, my nigga

For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off

I mean pop-pop-pop, then I take off

Nigga, now you see me, nigga, now you don't

Like Jamie Foxx acting like Ray Charles

Sixteen in a clip, one in the chamber

17 Ward bully with 17 bullets

My story is how I went from: Poor me

To: Please, pour me a drink and celebrate with me

[Chris Brown]

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky

Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July

Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight

Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet (Young Mula, baby!)

Nothing but real niggas only

Bad bitches only

Rich niggas only

Independent bitches only

Boss niggas only

Thick bitches only

I got my real niggas here by my side

Only