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