Nicki Minaj - Only ft. Drake, Lil Wayne, Chris Brown

Yo 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 set-up for a punchline on duct tape

Wo-wo-wo-worried 'bout if my butt fake Worry-worry 'bout y'all niggas, us straight Th-these girls are my sons, Jo-Jon & 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 Fu-fuck with them real niggas who don't tell niggas what they up to Had to show bitches where the top is, ri-ring finger where the rock is The-these hoes couldn't test me, even if their name was Pop Quiz Bad bitches who I fuck wit, ma-ma-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 'em bitches blow me, Lance Stephenson

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, only

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, L.A. 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 it may be high-key I been peeped that you like me, you know? Who the f- 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

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

I never fucked Nick' and that's fucked up If I did fuck, she'd be fucked up Whoever is hittin', ain't hittin' 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

Calender 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 wave 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 talkin' 'bout runnin' 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 thinkin' 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

Lookin' 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 16 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"

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